It’s About That Time Pete Rock (Ft. Black Thought & Rob Odindo)

[Intro: Black Thought & (Pete Rock)]
The world traveler
(Say what?) See what I'm sayin'?
Yo, yo, Black Thought A.K.A. the Bad Lieutenant, yanahmean?
(Say what?) 2-1-5th tight sound

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah, yeah, check it out
Over the globe again, from the realm of Illadelph
The planet overwhelmed, yo, just brace yourself
You wanna go against me? First, face yourself
I pose threat to whoever within ya commonwealth
The toxin, I'm crushin' ya crab concoction
To the utmost, examine this up close, it's shockin'!
Now, mic droppin' is ya only option
Here come the spliff scientist in the flesh, have you forgotten?
His Excellency — the most poetically inventive
Official hip-hop shit, that's ya incentive
To cop this actual fact, and not the likeness
'Cause possibly clones'll try to do it like this
Fathom this lyrically fabulous vocabulist
Hold mic like four-fifth and lick shot
Someone like Pete to wreak Rock? I think not!
I don't just smoke; I sleep, drink and think pot
I want the type of vehicle that brings God
Composin' 'til the ink's hot
My hip-hop is wild megawatts
Continuous, forever exist and never stop
What up? Whatever, Akh, we can thicken the plot