[Intro: Pete Rock]
Ah yeah
Feel the funk baby
That's right, this is called The Basement
And my man C.L. Smooth kick it for you like this
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
From the Heights, not what, am I right? Simple I can do this (Huh?)
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess (Yeah)
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella (Say what?)
So prepare for landin', and crash into a cellar (That's right)
Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune (Yeah)
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon (Uh)
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stock (What?)
Now, all the horny heifers wanna dangle on my (Errr)
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon, I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stall (Yeah)
Vocal arrangement, ready, set to hit the pavement (What?)
But not before the kid leave The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
The Basement, with the funky RAM
Here comes my man, my brother
Grap Lover, get wreck, cousin, come on
[Verse 2: Grap Luva, Pete Rock]
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother (Yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another (Uh-huh)
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display (What?)
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way (Woo)
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people savior (What?)
Clockin' all the honeys, eyes sharp like a razor (Yeah)
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover (Uh)
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother"
Yeah, once in a while I be with C.L. on the DL (Woo)
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement (Yeah)
The Basement, yes, where the beats and the rhymes flow (Uh-huh)
Peace, I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Of the Basement
Next we got a special guest
I ain't gonna tell you who it is
Come on, rap along
[Verse 3: Heavy D, Pete Rock]
Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick (Yeah)
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick (Uh-huh)
To see a Black man gettin' paid on the regular (What?)
Car with the cellular, fellas, I'm tellin' ya (Woo)
I got plots and plans, pots and pans (Yeah)
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man (Uh-huh)
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of young Guns that'll send you back (Say what?)
So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don C.L. (Peace)
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement (That's right)
Peace, signin' off, check one, two straight from The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Straight from The Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid
It's crazy phat
I wonder who this is comin' up?
[Verse 4: Pete Rock]
Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out (Huh?)
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout (Come on)
Speakin' upon where I dwell from the dungeon (Huh?)
All over the U.S. states, even London (Whoa)
Pastime present, black to the future (Uh)
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula (OW)
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense (Huh?)
A Pro Bowl with soul for local events (Huh?)
The crew name is C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock (Ha)
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock (That's right)
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later (Uh)
Clever like a secret agent comin' from The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Uh, that's right, it's crazy funky
Aw, my man
He's crazy funky
His name is Rob-O, come on, baby
[Verse 5: Rob-O, Pete Rock]
Alakazam (Huh?), you'll never guess what I am (What?)
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks (Woo)
To stacks of vocal breaks like days (What?)
What kid said, "Pete makes beats in The Basement" (Uh)
Cool, hit the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side (What?), the 7-7 hillside (Ah)
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath (Huh?)
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left
And get fixed (Fixed), plus the ghetto chicks got flicks (Woo)
Of me, stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely (Uh)
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the sin
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob Odindo in The Basement"
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Ah ha ha ha
Ah yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Deda Baby Pa
[Verse 6: Deda Baby Pa, Pete Rock]
Fly like an eagle, a seagull (Huh?)
Always into somethin', like Snoopy, the Beagle (Uh)
People, grab a tight hold of yourselves (What?)
Pa snatchin' rhyme tapes off the shelves (Uh-huh)
Blowin' up spots from state to state (We)
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait (Can't)
Check the station for conversation at six (What?)
Blah Uno here to put suckers in the mix (Yeah)
I get deeper than oceanography (Woo)
Thinkin' of crazy shit like psychology (Yeah)
So speak the peace, then slide like grease (Whoa)
The beat is phat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement
[Outro: Pete Rock]
In The Basement is where I dwell
Sucker MC's fell
'Cause I am crazy funky
C.L. Smooth, my man Rahsaan, Rob-O, Deda Baby Pa
The Heavster, my brother Grap Luva
Everybody, including Adofo Abdullah Muhammad
