| Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as Ovaltine
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| The dominant gene clean, I mean go, the light’s green
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| The protege could play like chess to quest the best
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| Confess, never poor as Bangladesh
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| I get busy like a boxer, operate like a Doctor
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| Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Redenbacher
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| Buy the tape, LP, CD
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| All me, and Petey, to cater to the needy
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| Like a Prayer for Madonna but A Different World for Jasmine
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| CL is well a physical attraction
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| Let me make myself perfectly clear:
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| While I’m there, I make a peer a positive pap smear
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| Really I do, once I light the barbeque
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| Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
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| The fright night King of New York like Frank White
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| If it ain’t rough it ain’t right man listen…
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| If it ain’t rough enough, to mingle in the stuff
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| To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff;
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| It ain’t right so I smash the satellite
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| Check the farenheight, before I take flight
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| Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
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| The skills that won’t leak, and never antique
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| Warm like a oven you’re lovin the style I’m druggin
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| Alleyway muggin, heavyweight sluggin
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| No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
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| Break your ribs like a toothpick cause you were never slick
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| you lacked back when I first started
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| CL’s the one who got the Red Sea parted
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| My conversation qualification is a doozy
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| The rude Rudy wreckin write you off as a floozy
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| I shoot for the moon, but even if I miss
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| I’m among the stars, to put a bullethole in Mars…
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| In my frame of mind I design the best-seller
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| For rougher cats can Rockafeller you’re Penn and Teller
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| Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
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| Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow
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| The master intelligent, with the black testament
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| Found it relevant, and mailed it to the President
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| But overall I get papes for my labor
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| With the physical manifestation of a saviour
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| You wanna test this, but I slay anyway
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| Cause your rhymes are old, with more wrinkles than a shar pei
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| Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
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| Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan
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| Hard like Shaft with the staff for the Backdraft
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| A blazin aftermath, so hon make a path
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| If you don’t trust him, bust him
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| But if you don’t have a weapon, then kid keep steppin
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| The main idea in here for the hemisphere
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| CL’s here to get wreck for the year
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| A large man’s appetite, blowin like dynamite
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| If it ain’t rough it ain’t right, COME ON! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right , by - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. Song from the album Mecca And The Soul Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп