CL Smooth]

The nightcap was exiled steadily profiled

as the underachievin non believin can't stand to reason

Where's your daddy boy to categorize the drinker

Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger

They label me a problem child who can't cope

Hangin by a thread yes a very thin rope

Inevitably can never be the man can I tell ya

Visualize and memorize him in a cellar

Well tally ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit

My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip

But that was never good for my health

So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself

Now when I look at the man in the mirror

I see things much more clearer my Lord

I'm not that popular, less than a dollar

but the ? I pack can make you holla



* Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples *



[CL Smooth]

I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world

Man.. listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition

Your propaganda, crooked type of version

Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person

Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia

Uncommon valor who'd rather

have no man-made religion or sect

But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct

I shed light, to show the path in sight

Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right

In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature

rise, just for the girls and the guys

A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna

Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana

The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm

Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on



* Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples *



[CL Smooth]

Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares

In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs

Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora??

to support a short order when I freak it on a corner

Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over

Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A six-pack of soda?"

The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental

A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple

Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's

And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie

But the past can never choose my future correctly

I found a greater source directly

On and on, keep it on, you chant the

boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie

To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip

Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree?

I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity

Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me

Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see

Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family

God bless Marky Black, know we go way back

The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack

CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom Perignon

Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on



* Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples to fade