I travel the land with the

SP in my hand

Rock from

New York

London and

Japan It's time to take command expand to higher lands

P H the next man not in da plans

I'm dead serious like as in response

I hit ******in the head

P R the thoroughbred comes through intellectual

I rap lyrical always on da humble and sometimes

I'm spiritual

Hands down accept any mans challenge

I strive and keep the competition off balance

Da fruits of my talent is this it's simple

I drop science on the instrumental

I take seven ill drums put 'em in a line

And add seven more snares to make it combine

It'll take seven more horns before

I start to rhyme

Now that twenty-one beats made up at the same time

I was bound ta shine haters get left behind

Ain't no time for them stamp my name on rap

Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel

Part two something for tha people

I'm still number one

Now I appear return ten years the pioneer

Deliver action thrillers that explode in ya ear

Compensate for all the ups and downs in my career

Stop the small talk my focus remains clear

Should have won a nobel prize for thoughts and ideas

Critcally acclaimed while some of y'all cats in tha game for fame

Fame lives in my name

Pete Rock it's simple and plain

Check it simply stressing it soon to start chin checking kids

God protected so

I'm selected to orchestrate the next great

And create contemplate the world's fate

P R the heavyweight

Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic

You can tell

I'm still on it by the way

I rock it

Full swing introduce the ninety-eight product

******talk the gossip but they ain't got ****

I'm number one

This goes out to deejays and emcees

Unlock real hip-hop

Rock holds the key

Magnificient ya style is irrelavent

I'll flip the bass and erase any trace of sample evidence

Trust a few men within this circle of thieves

Single out the enemy with ease

Earned every stripe on my sleeve

The five star general keep it moving ya rap needs improvement

So here's a lesson ta learn lyrics under fire burn third degree

And my steez is making hot tracks for

G's World famous salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition

The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet

First string team in position

The medal of honor hanging from my neck swinging

I'm still number one