can't front on me

ah

yeah

yes

psychedelic

uh

come on

this is what i like

it's that pete rock and c.l. smooth stuff

uh huh

yeah

brothers can't understand

you know i'm about to drop a funky beat on you

like this. hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath

here my people and i come

gotta wake up the chief

not a pale frail ghost

c.l.'ll wreck the most

cause the mecca land never had a leo africanos

the sudanian

master of the mediterranean

and if it's lovely i'm the one you're skypagin'

lower than the mole man

r&b

you're silly

the only male hardcore crusin' through my city

rise to the supernova

swami like bola

heavy hitter i consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder

measure like a yardstick

thick at arithmetic

you add it up and i roast a high pick flick

hit the pitch and then i'm gone as the funk lingers on

i don't publicize here to keep the black race torn

but steady at an altitude where you get the mental food

not to be rude

here's a fresh pot brewed

oh

what a web we weave when we practice to deceive

sparkin' off a trick up the sleave

pete stocked the bedrock

listen and you'll see

and i'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

yo

you can't front

it's like that

c'mon

yeah

yes

you know i got to talk

you can't front

i'm tellin' you now

c.l. smooth and the rock

c'mon

many consumed what was locked in a tomb

that i gradually groomed

coming out now smelling like perfume

so take a whiff when i wrap a gift

play ya like a gospel

a logical apostle

collosal

afro

a cut me like a fade with a braun

sport a bald head

but never needed hair club for men

drop a scud

fully-capable

a form in a eclipse

skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips

suave

no i can make the funk turn to habit

get the old 45 and i get busy on static

welcome to the ramadan

pilgrimage to mecca don

a prayer for the pair

shukran

afwan!

cause ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'

put the anger in the nation" on your station