Rock De La Stet

歌詞

(All) Well it's a party night, and it's time to begin Frukwan, Daddy-O, Delite, best friends The stage is set, the lights are on Stetsasonic M.C.'s wit our music song So get a grip ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, y'all (Daddy-O) Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy We're not the imitation wer'e the real mccoy (Delite) It's the R-O-D to get intense Rappin' and rollin', while makin' a mix To ya ladies, I need your involvement For the keys I hold, one tough blueprint That dictates zone, whenever I'm blown You sucka M.C.'s, that's all she wrote The Rhyme-a-rator, til we beauty ache Wil the Mellow Frukwan to tell it straight (Frukwan) Frukwan! I get 'quipped when I'm on my microphone Somethin' special keeps me rockin' on and on And each season, I get a little better And when they don't hear my voice, I get letters Cuz darken the beats is how I do grips Make ya rap roast start a boogie and shake I'm the M-S-K, the Double S-A Now I bring on Daddy-O, huh, if I may (Daddy-O) If there was a time, that I felt fine Then that is the time, I run my rhyme Cuz at that time my emotions are high My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie But if a body penetrated by a spiritual force My character seems to stake a sector The thoughts in my mind, start to fluctuate Til it gets to the point, when I say I'm straight And a little on hits, most perfect date Will get a dope, if he ever comes my way (quitar playing and scratching) (Delite) For a little, why direct ya attention span (Frukwan) To the man on the wheel, cuz he's in command (Prince Paul) Prince P-A-U-L, all you stung (all) This D.J.'s for ya at-ten-tion (guitar playing and instrumentation) (Delite) New, reknown, let the part without a start Cuz stay in my machete, is the way of my heart Con' sting ya, creator, prospered, innovator To get funky fresh, remain top rated Being on time be the mastermind That's right, the R-O-D, is you out to death rhyme To conquer and prevail, excede without fail And never let myself within a jail cell (Frukwan) For kickin' the mic, can't I do what I like If I wanna please the crowd, let me do it tonight And when I'm finished wit the end, I will do it again Cuz I could rock all night, and I would have to depend On the fake m.c.'s, that wanna copy a piece Of my best selling rhymes of the century And I do wanna say, I won't be so amazed To see a bitin' M.C., quote my rhyme in a phrase (Daddy-O) Nowwww! When we came to a party, we don't mess around We immedietly proceed to throw down Wit the Rock De La Stet, the alleget, supreme As we dose through the place, we gon' let out steam And it'll be like that, to the end of our ring And it won't be soon, by the way it seem Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, Wise Paul, Dreddy and the DBC (Outro) It's like that ya'll We not the wack ya'll So stay back ya'll We on track ya'll The Stet is troops ya'll The Stet are troops ya'll New and improved ya'll Cuz we so new ya'll (Wise beatboxing) It's the Stetsa mix, ya'll Use the Stetsa mix, ya'll