Can't Front On Me - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Ah  yeah  yes 
Psychedelic 
Uh  come on 
This is what I like 
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff 
Uh huh  yeah 
Brothers can't understand 
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you 
Like this... 


Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath 
Here my people and I come  gotta wake up the chief 
Not a pale frail ghost  C.L.'ll wreck the most 
Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos 
The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean 
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin' 
Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly 
The only male hardcore crusin' through my city 
Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola 
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder 
Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic 
You add it up and I roast a high pick flick 
Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on 
I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn 
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food 
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed 
Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive 
Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave 
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see 
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me 

Yo, you can't front 
It's like that, c'mon, yeah 
Yes, you know I got to talk 
You can't front 
I'm tellin' you now 
C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon 

Many consumed what was locked in a tomb 
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume 
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel 
A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!) 
Afro, a cut me