作曲 : Odindo
【Rob-O】
Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wicked
Honey dip is dope I think I'm gonna stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow, picked up the pencil
I can splash a paragraph backed with instrumental
Must kick bust it plus I'm extra gentle
Fluid on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip or slip I knew that I would rip
A simple mic test similar to God met I get my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress
But I'm a cool individual
Sit back, max and let me keep my schedule
Saturdays and Mecca D. does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the Jeez, Dat, the clock and my timing now
Niggas can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now
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I wreck the microphone check, then bust the "Yes, yes y'all"
On the party people guaranteed to be like having a ball
Can't stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped the shit [?
Writing at my rest, I'm blessed, rewind the sample
Sighten process my test [?
These weaker ones, since my style is universal
Collect my funds in piles and kick a verse for the stamina
I used to max and now I'm planning an attack to burn and get my wreck up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate, I focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the Heights on some ol' school Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a enougha
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin', brothers just be patient till my shit drops
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Now I usually do things kinda lackadaisically for my peoples Style's steep so none equals
Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling
Thus expect to dig the scene
Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss
Not a talker, I guess it makes the girls sort of curious
Back well strictly on the D.L
Stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it's laid down by the Soul Brother Pete Rock, Grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can't step with no perspective, but Rob Odindo is selective
With the hons, though I hold their hands, make plans to romance her
Prefer to have the chance to stack another stanza
In my style of hip-hop, I just can't stop
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