featuring Heavy D Rob O Grap Lover and Dida



[Pete Rock]

Ahh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay beeee!!

That's right this is called The Basement!

And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this..



[CL Smooth]

From the Heights not what am I write simple I can do this

Like Popeye to Brutus I'm your host like a stewardess

Fly with the neighborhood hi jackin fella

So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune

Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon

With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop

Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall

Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole

Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement

But not before the kid leave The Basement



[Pete Rock]

The Basement, put the Funk in Grand

Here comes my man

My brother.. Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon



[Grap Lover]

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother

Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find another

When the funk is played, the rhyme I display

Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way

of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour

Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor

I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover

Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL

or I flow with Pete, and find my placement in The Basement

The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow

Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement



[Pete Rock]

Of the Basement! Next we got.. a special guest

I ain't gonna tell you who it is..

C'mon.. rap along..



[Heavy D]

Tick tock tick, things are gettin - thick

Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes ya - sick!

To see a black man gettin paid on the regular

Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin ya

I got plots and plans, pots and pans

Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man

I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped

But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy does it on the DL

Peace to Pete Rock, and the Mecca Don CL

Heavy D's on this track, lettin you know there's no replacement

Peace signin off, check one two straight from The Basement



[Pete Rock]

Straight from The Basement

I'm tellin you now, kid

It's crazy fat

I wonder who this is comin up?



Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out

Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout

Speakin, upon where I dwell from the dungeon

All over the U.S. states, even London

Pasttime present, black to the future

Swimmin in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula

A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense

A Pro Bowl with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock

Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock

The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later

Clever like a secret agent comin from The Basement



That's right, crazy funky

Aww my man

He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out



[Rob-O]

Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess what I am

Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks

to stacks of vocal breaks life pays when

kid said, "Pete makes beats in The Basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side

The real side, the 7-7 hillside

I thought I'd just chill, take a breath

Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left

and get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks

of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin lovely

Walkin down the street, much props, on the ?

I hear voices sayin, "That's Rob-O'Dingo in The Basement"



[Pete Rock]

Ahh ha ha ha! Hah yeah! This is funky!

I can feel it

My man from the Vernon, his name is Di-da, make it raw



[Dida]

Fly like an eagle, a seagull

Always into somethin, like Snoopy, the Beagle

People, grab a tight hold of the sound

Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves

Blowin up spots from state to state

I'm comin to town but you just can't wait

Check the station, for conversation at six-block

Uno here, to put suckers in the mix

I get deeper than oceanography

Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology

So speak the piece, then slide like grease

The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement



[Pete Rock]

In The Basement, is where I dwell

Check the MC's swell

Cause I am, crazy funky, with CL Smooth

My man ?, Rob-O, G-R baby pah

The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover

Everybody.. *fades out, can't hear it