Take You There (A Cappella)

[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]

Never judge a book by the cover

Discover the Soul Brother with the Mecca Don

Work 'em brunette to blonde

How many Edison con when I respond in full black

With us having the Vernon villains back-to-back

Amazing grace when I face the great paper chase

For real it’s long overdue

So I don’t wanna talk to you

I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted

Every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted

I’m living through my son so daddy see it this way

I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA

No doubt, I'm with a piece, down in Mecca, all crazy

To the late Eve, none of this is make-believe

I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century

Battle physically, conquer mentally

Essentially, you’re dealing with a Mecca affair

So anywhere you wanna go you know, I'll take you there

[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]

Control now so in the future see me calling the shots

For larger plots of cash to mini-bikes and open mics

I'm blowing up spots for knots in the millennium years

And how I drop it on my peers brings tears and fears

And now the question manifest in my only

My soldiers wear Versace or the Army fatigue

That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal of dons

Pimps to players and layers of decepticons

My whole mind-state gravitate to weapon

Making people in the business get a misconception

It ain’t hard to the core, it ain't sex on the beach

It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach

Emphatical non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided

Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided

No question, you’re dealing with a Mecca affair

So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there

[Verse 3: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]

Set it so I can make 'em all respect my fame

When brothers try to count all my chips in the game

Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay

The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away

Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows

On the planet, another East Coast track rose, goddammit

My theme, to mainstream's the knocker

Only time I get writer's block is when my lucci's on lock

Pretty much I'm coming through in the clutch, see

My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel

Or is it just my style of hustle making a mark

To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park

It was dark, when I brought it to the light, for spite

My staff's got me taking nothing but champagne baths

Now the aftermath's dealing with a Mecca affair

So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there