[CL Smooth]
Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk using
Carmel cruising, brohter your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks, individualized the fakes
Just because you`re pouring syrup on this don`t make it pancakes
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slackness
Pete Rock`s sounds of blackness
The dark guages the flavor I supply
Now it`s do or die, others are rolling the chocolate thai
I rip holes in shows, then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate, never pray
I hear the scandal that be couped up in my town
So now we Gotta Get Away like Bobby Brown
The women will call it two letters that are instrumental
I focus my eyesight and run it down your genitals
Another dame when I tear it out the frame
Then armageddon came, it`s not a game, it`s on
It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)
It`s not a game when the Mecca Kane lucifer knows your name
Now I think I`m on the verge of black male growing extinct
Now my survival they libel the label homicidal
My spirits aren`t idle, now you put your hands on the Bible
Now the opposite of my God is Nimrod
Taught by Master Faud, hard, now I`m pulling your card
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want to know who wrote this
A sctipture from an odyssey, brothers in high velocity
And just like BDP, you know My Philsophy
Yeah here to outlast it, to never see the casket
A flute can make a snake rise up from the basket
So Pete Rock here we go, master the flow
(I don`t want to be the last to know)
With the mellow funk tunes arriving with the card trainer plain
The black House of Pain, it`s not a game, it`s on
It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)
The lucci`s mine like the summertime, and I`m a set it first
Leaving a hearse when my third verse loads up to burst
To blast, never to tresspass, going to funk, keeping the crowd touring
The lyric is born on any stage we`re walking on
So non-believer meet the Mecca, be chopping `em like a meat cleaver
The scrambling quarterback and I`m the wide reciever
I get past you, and when it becomes a war
I go hardcore, matador, then all the bull is on the floor
I look and find the level of crime the time that I decipher
I`m bagging any sniper put a ball in Peter`s Piper
We made the album of the year, rememer the Source kicks?
We should have been larger but it`s all politics
So (Why you wanna, uh huh, play your games on me?)
Cause you called me a factor, get your skully cracked
The truth is coming to take mine
You want to take away more stitches than a Frankenstein
In `93 me and the P.R. make the dough
The honeys are licking all over my 5 o`clock shadow
A meanace to society, the pistol-packing YG
Mecca`s the name, it`s not a game, so don`t try me
It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)
