Tru Master Pete Rock (Ft. Inspectah Deck & Kurupt)

[Intro: James Brown]
Ladies and gentlemen
(I'd like to know)
Are you ready for star time?
(Yeah!)
Okay, well, lemme kinda move these things around here, ya know?
Ladies and gentlemen
I don't know what this is coming down through the audience
But look like it just came out of the basement
(Yeahhhhhh!!!!)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'?)
(Thank you, because.. because now..)
Alright, let's bring to the stage..

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
Yo! Your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks
Savagely attack this, blast with accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this and pop a vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train
Hold ya brain in a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game
I bang with the big boys, those who hold names
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades, best bring grenades against
A Tru Master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score
You can never measure, to the standard
Of the most popular demanded rap classic
Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off
Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force