Låttexter: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth. In the Flesh.

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Introducing funk from the yard, collecting strictly knockouts
The brothers I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove
On a power move, made by the CL Smooth

Live forty-nine five, I arrive in person
Hard dialog without a whole bunch of cursing
It's my prerogative, so back up and live, fool
As long as they don't violate, everything's cool 'cause it's all good

Understood is the smoothest daddy with the roughest raps
Am I thinking about blowing the spot? Perhaps
Carry straps on strips for the trigger happy pirates
Where ladies catch fits, steady reaching for my privates

But hold, how I unfold my whole repotoire
Now, here we are at home to make another superstar
With Rob O indeed R with the P R
But nevertheless it's CL Smooth

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Rob O's at the top of the list, so bust this
Stick to funk like Scotch, the top notch vocalist
You don't stop 'cause I can illustrate with the needle
Penetrating straight to the souls of many people

Is there any evil? On this path I'm innovating
Still faking, put down your pads and stop waiting
See the year of the fly, MC is here, so stand clear
I'm facing the Gods with no fear

Rob O, East Coast, uptown
MCing the most and spreading the Mecca all around
Selecting the sound to make the party people pound
And see, gave you more, of what I say in ninety-four

It's like that, so don't stop
It's like this, so God bless
Soul Brothers get down with no stress
Yeah, I N I's representing in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Even in the mirror, it just doesn't get any clearer
I hear a funky beat and I gotta get nearer
Kaboom, stepping in the sound room, mellow
A dangerous flavorous fellow, hello

Style and grace, the original's in this piece
In the place, right along with the pace
Nevertheless, in the flesh, no quest
The sex in the system, of course I'm fresh

I rest in the Villes, the skills is big
To a level of extravagance, the talent's all balanced
The extreme dopeness for the nation
D is the initial, MC's the occupation

Five master hype, light the color of the skin
Once the beat roll, my goal is to win
My friend the best, the real side, yes
I rest my case in your face, in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Soul Brother, supreme to catch, wreck in the flesh
So check, one, two and a mic test
Now clear the room, I scoped you with the wide angle zoom
Trying to overstand my funk tunes

Coming soon, so chill, don't stress The Creator
I'll kick the funk loop from here to Cal Tjader
And cross the fader and pack the lines on my paper
With rhymes so tough, who got the flavor?

Plus the knack to rock, I'm steady heating up the spot
The Chocolate Boy Wonder, making heads bop
In slow motion, domes crack open like the pavement
Off some shit I made down in the basement

The funk ambassador, asking you to get with the pro
Fessional, yo, there's no question I can flow
Time to slide, you know the P R will provide
The real and still, I feel the vibe, I'm in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
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