The Rap World (instrumental)

Can you hear me say it?
Everybody in the rap world today, pull up a chair and parlay
It's Extra P and Pete Rock, we got something to say
Comin' at cha with the rapture, for the nine double trey
How we do e'ryday, Bust the flava
Can you hear me say it?

I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus
The styles lost so from the mic you get tossed
Penetrating through your soul, son taking drastic measures
Striving for buried treasures living life forever

However the Soul Brother still doing his thing
'Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing
You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P
About to set up shop and drop his next degree nigga

Yo, I brake it down until the very last morsel
To make you shake your torso, also
To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust
Niggas know the deal when I thrust

Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed
By the automatic, rhyme addict that gets dramatic
When the beast is ill, you know the real really will
C'mon kid, listen how we swing it like a krill

In the world, we got drugs and crime
In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime
In the world, we got money and clothes
In the world, you got friends and foes

In the world, there's projects and tecs
In the world, kid who knows what's next
In the world, you got love and hate
In the world, we got money to make

C'mon, the loaded Sp's the ensemble
Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo
We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show
Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop

Flop or fold, whether cop a gold or plat
They hit the map
In every section tag team connection wide
Gettin' hot on each track we glide

Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious
You look suspicious, you wanna bite but can't grip it
Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax
The Crime dogs of the funk and never fakin' no Jax

But for the record, look on your face you see rejection
It's hard to believe, I liquidated every section
Let's get it on like Smif 'N' Wessun
Or don't even look in my direction

In the world, we got drugs and crime
In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime
In the world, we got money and clothes
In the world, you got friends and foes

In the world, there's projects and tecs
In the world, kid who knows what's next
In the world, you got love and hate
In the world, we got money to make

We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson
Suspend your rap license, kid bring on the cake plus the icing
Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real
One love we fittin' like a hand in glove

Even hardcore for the thugs
From east to west it's time to rise up above
And build so blacks can chill, I make cash at will
The rap world is how I eat my meals

So here's the jist it's the high top crisp, funk dons
Comin' through to knock out Nas in this orderly fashion
Straight up to fuck flashin'
My capability to bring the uncut action

To any set be the Queens lounge vet
Large so dodge a camouflage 'cause you're pet
Competition is no, I got the glow so yo
I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro

In the world, we got drugs and crime
In the world, we got snitch droppin' dime
In the world, we got money and clothes
In the world, you got friends and foes

In the world, there's projects and tecs
In the world, kid who knows what's next
In the world, you got love and hate
In the world, we got money to make

In the world, in the world
In the world, in the world