The Creator - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

It's time to dip dive dip 
You might break a hip 
To the sound that's legit 
I've come to make a hit 
I usually bust scratches with my man  C.L. Smooth 
But  I decided to get wreck on this groove 
As I provide the slide 
You're going on a ride 
I know the weather's nice 
There's no need to play the outside 
Guess who's on the flyer 
The man of your desire 
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth all the honey dips admire 
Beats are rough and rugged 
Pete Rock is the creator 
Now I'm busting raps while switching cross-faders 
Making sure my sound hits from here to Grenada 
Honey gave me skins, man, I told her friends I ate her 
But, wait up 
I save this subject for later 
But, it's time to catch wreck with the creator 

I'm addicted like a stoag 
Not into vogue 
(Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone) 
Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm 
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em 
Honeys form a line form a line 'cause I always seem to capure 
Beats made of rupture 
Rhymes made of rapture 
Far from illiterate 
Always seem to get a hit 
If you try to step to this 
Don't even consider it 
Skins when I want 'em 
But, only when I eat 'em 
To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em 
Call me Pete Rock 
I make the girls flock 
And if you want a beat like this, I got them in stock 
So, flow with the flow 
Because you know I'm good to go 
As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo 
Not an imitator 
Just a crowd motivator 
But, it's time to get wreck with the creator