Concourse P Canibus & Bronze Nazareth (Ft. Pete Rock)

[Intro: Pete Rock]
Damn man, shit, nigga I wrote this shit
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
P. Rock, niggas, get that
Real Hip-Hop, what it do son
No doubt, yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
Pete Rock, the desperado
Used to push the hard-top Milano, keep a trunk full of vinyl
Now it’s all about Serato, scratch box, laptop
7:45, knock the camera on [?] (Whoo!)
Speak in tongues, nah Papo
But I’m worldwide though, Paris, Tokyo, Bosno
Switzerland, with my mans and them
Italiano show respect like my last name Soprano
Another day another dollar bill, I’ma keep it real
Give a crap how y’all cowards feel
Goin’ to the house for the points, I just landed it
The Boy Wonder for Pres, the hood candidate
You wonder why these haters wanna check my manuscript?
Legit talent on display, I illegitimate
This is what I represent, that full throttle, hard body like a militant
And y’all hollow like tips on a silver bullet
Y’all won’t pull it, got enough wangstas frontin’
Straight stuntin’ like Kay Slay, R.I.P. to my man [?]
You know we miss you and Dilla, everyday
No doubt that I’m a Mac with the wordplay
But everybody got opinions like a vertebrae
Address you niggas in a speech here’s what I would say
“To all you rappers, eat a dick and have a nice day”