Stetsasonic

[Intro]
My beat forever
4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat [echoes]
4-4-4-4-4 Ever My...

[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever
The tembo is slow and the rhymes are clever
Me trade this beat? No, I will never, huh
It gets funky at switch of a lever
Some beats are great, this beat is greater
And some are straight, this one is straighter
So get on the floor and forget ya stance
And cruise to the beat that makes you dance

[Delite]
4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate
Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake
Now we're the band wit the clan that rock every fan
Hit the hoop, after school, fuck, hide the mail
So get down, come on and bust a move
Delite, Daddy-o and Fru' are out to rule
As you some the fun, who are second to none
So let's meet you, the beat of the drum
4 Ever My Beat-a

[Chorus]
4 Ever My
My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever
4-4-4-4 Ever My [scratched up "beat"]
My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever
4-4-4-4 Ever My
My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever

[Frukwan]
4 Ever My Beat, kinda fittin' this beat won't happen
Not even overnight cuz we be slappin' the beat
Like a freak, for the rest of the week
And if you front on stage, baby doll, we make sure it cease
That you boogie to the sounds of the drums
Stimulated by the sound of my voice, yea ya ready to cum
Dum-du-dum, and all that crap
Bring on any rhyme biter, got a T-Boy rap

[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, if allowed, I'd play it all year
And if the front was cold, I'd play my beat in the rear
And if the back had a crack, I use my beat like glue
And in the can light beef, I use my beat as stu
My beat is a gem, next to God and the Earth
And all the earthly treasures couldn't measure it's worth
My beats are Lamborghini, being turned as a car
And I eat it like a Ritz eat crackers, ya'll
My beat

[Chorus]
4 Ever My...
Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
My beat forever
4 Ever My....

[Delite]
4 Ever My Beat, for the record, the jam you selected
That when we projected, erect it, perfected
All the way live, yes we in full drive
No jive when I abide, we have a ride
Wit a Stet on the set, us you won't forget
We're leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks
So reflect on the text, check out what's next
And groove to the sound, that you is next

[Frukwan]
4 Ever My Beat, this fashion, beat got glitter
The bottom of the ninth, it's the home-run hitter
Never standin' still, it's the up and go getter
Huh, you think I'm frontin' then try to get rid of this
Beat, we'll demolish in a single day
Strike faster than a magazine, ace/duece tray
My beat is a death defying feat
And every mom crack the shell, it's so hard to repeat
My beat-a

[Chorus]
4 Ever My...
My-My-My-My-My beat forever
4 Ever My...
My-My-My-My-My beat forever
My-My-My-My-My beat forever

[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, when it slides up and down the scale
You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard or Yale
Strappin' other beats five on his way to the top
Havin' radio stations tune 'em up on the charts
Rockin' tum-tums, snares and timbalee's too
Playin' wit Batman, Snuffy and Winnie the Pooh
I do, I catch flu, as my beats boogaluh
And I never saw my beat drop a beat on the crew

[Delite]
My beat for ever, wit this I stand
As a maker of history, across the land
All though it's true that I'm a babe in the music, then
It's a fact on the wax I do cedrin
My beats cut rhyme, makin' you unwind
Prince Paul is droppin' needles, we right on time
Wit not a trace of discrace, cuz his slick, waste
And the bass orchestra all in ya face

[Frukwan]
4 Ever My Beat, sharp fimilatin', hot like fire
In blood 'cated, for my peeps desire
And provide expand to my very last breath
For that, which is a matter of life and death
Camouflage this beat and the'll never get learned
Simmer dark from the beats you've heared
Blow in other state, when our rhyme regulates
It's yellow I oppose, so congragulate, 4 Ever My Beat-a

[Outro]
4 Ever My...
Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
My beat forever
4 Ever My...
Beat, beat
My beat forever
4 Ever My...

(Intro)
Yo, Prince Paul
("yea")
Bust that groove

(Daddy-O)
Well my name is Daddy-O, so
Want you to know, what you want us to know
When I'm around, I'm doggin' the show

(Delite)
To pimp ya hand slips, I'm set to rip tits
The Rhyme-a-rator, king and I'm runnin' the ship

(Frukwan)
You niggas should leave, well who's that?
"Frukwan!"
I got style and physique, see
Prince Paul, what, what, we know that you got guts
Let 'em know what's up wit the scratch and cut

(Prince Paul scratches it up)

(Daddy-O)
You got on and on and three steps ahead
Hot butter on, say what, the cornbread
Stet start troopin' wit the rhymes galore
You do the patty duke, til you can't no more
Play after dark, and search to come in
You might bump heads wit some of ya friends
And the D.J., he may blow ya mind
D.J. Prince Paul, is one of a kind

(Delite)
With a little pat, we smack and then shalat
To a monk that hates, spit out the fact
That the crew is not a threat to society
But opportunity to make people feel hot beats
So we deliver the fun, take her way down un'
Make people gather round and shake their bun
And we never leave a jam til the job is done
And if you wanna fight that, we could go for some

(Frukwan)
Right to left, you right, he's deaf
Fly girls in the corner, you shootin' ya best
So watch rock the show, so she says no
Cuz she see the Prince Paul, cut sparks'll flow
When these cuts are made, it go inside wit the fade
After that's done, that's when we get paid
It's Stet prefect, Prince Paul is direct
And he cut's the old school and that's hi-tech

(instrumentation)

(Daddy-O)
Dip-dip-dive, so-socialize
I didn't teach to throw ya, threw some exercise
We did the push-up, the sit-up, the jumping jacks
And when we went through, we went around the tracks
But when you smoke that crack, you run like a snail
I didn't teach a poet that we goin' to fail
But when the test came, you know we passed
Cuz we the best M.C.'s in the whole gym class

(Frukwan)
Up and down and all around
Now bust the rhythm of the Stetsa sound
Bring if you feel you wants to get snotty
Take a good look at the size of the party
It's six on the mix and Human Percus'
D.B.C. on the keys and the three will discuss, us
Cuz we're the must and the cuts we trust
Grand Wizard Prince Paul is ya vitamin plus

(Delite)
We go back and forth, and forth and back
Wit the rhyme on time, we cuttin' on slack
Wit the chance to advance, and hand yo dash
Wit the rhythm that's flown from U.S. to France
We got the D.B.C. to devastate the keys
And the light skinned brother on the mix machine
It's not a funk machine that cause a heart attack
But the mighty Prince Paul on the old 8-track
It's like that ya'll, as personality wins
Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, best friends

(Outro)
"You got the time - I got the time"
"You got the feeling - I got the shit on right..."
"Uh! Uh-Uh-Uh!" - scratched up

This one dedicated to the international Stet posse
To the one called Shakalak
(And Aasim)
To the one called Lena
To the one called Nyallah
To the one called the Devastatin Beat Creator
To the one called the Multiple Supreme, the master Fruitkwan
To the one called the Rhymorator MC Delite
To the Grand DJ Wizard Prince Paul
The Human Mix Machine
On the microphone I'm the Ebony Chief Daddy-O
And it goes a little somethin like this

( *Wise starts beatboxing* )

( Daddy-O )
Well here's a little story with an added surprise
About what took place with me and Wise
Went walkin one morning with our new suits on
Wise in his Adidas, me and my (Benetton)
Coolin out drinkin stout, talkin 'bout the world
When we were suddenly stopped by a beautiful girl
She was gorgeous, she told us that her name was Faye
She would like to get busy for the rest of the day
"Well of course," we replied, "but whose date will you be?"
She said, "(1) or (2), it makes no difference to me"
Whoa, we was with it, had a freak, we could tell
Dialed the first seven digits to the best hotel
In town, rented a room and not a sec too soon
Ordered delicious lunch, about half past noon
After stuffin our face, well, Faye wanted a drink
We ordered up the strongest drink that we could think
After she got a little tipsy I gave Wise the look
Cause we could (smell Faye's tunafish startin to cook)
She started pantin, and breathin, and lickin her lips
And then the next thing you know she was rubbin our hips
Freakin Wise on the bed, freakin me in the corner
I said, "Why Faye, why?" she said ("cause I wanna")
Man, it went on for I don't know how long
I thought that I knew strenght, but that girl was strong
And how I knew her sexy lovin wouldn't steer me wrong?
When she kissed me on the chest, she kissed me on the neck
She kissed me on the cheek and sang this song
She said:
( *starts to sing* )
"Higher than the highest mountain
And deeper than the deepest sea
That's how I will love you
So darlin, endlessly.."
Break it down, Wise
She said:
"If you think I'm (sexy)"
Say little boy, reach out and (touch me)
If you really need me
Say little boy, reach out and tell me
And gimme your lovin, gimme your lovin
Don't forget about the all-night squeezin
And don't forget about the huggin and teasin"
- overall it was a good afternoon
(Man, I hope that me and you get to see Faye soon)
You know it, I got some more juice to release
From Daddy-O (and Wise) -
( both )
Good night y'all - peace!

And it's the one and only Human Mix Machine
Now Wise
Do that roll that you created

Brace yourself for the awesome and rare
The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere
As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun
This is the time and the place that we have some fun
Now take a see to check the pedigree
of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T
The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D
And on the keys, my brother D-P-C
Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul
We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall
Me and the band that I just mention
present to you a new invention

We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture
So def, a listen to the structure
Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a
Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a
Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha
Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up
And ya welcome to a force that creeps
Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK.....

Break: (*scratchin*)

Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band
of America, London and even Japan
And you surely will admit by bein a fan
Nobody else does it like we can
To battle us is truly a gamble
Excellence is proven by example
The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble
Back off Puba, this ya can't handle
The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin
The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....

Break:

Go (x31)

Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade
and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade
Cool and clever, crack I never
Wit my crew I will never sever
Brooklyn, New York is our home town
That is the place we always go down
And every night a party goes down
And when it starts, it never slows down
We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop
And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock
(*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........

Break:

Go Brooklyn (x15)

Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth
Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
All tension is released upon the call of the beat
As you rock along to a funky treat
Like a torch, we're keepin you active
Our rhythm will hold you captive
We're perfecters of the poem we sing
Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting
No doubt, about what we capture
A-nother classical treasure
So productive and effective
Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading

It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music
You like it cos you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lotta sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Stet can lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This song is complete and captured, BREAK.....

Brace yourself for the awesome and rare
The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere
As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun
This is the time and the place that we have some fun
Now take a see to check the pedigree
of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T
The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D
And on the keys, my brother D-P-C
Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul
We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall
Me and the band that I just mention
present to you a new invention

We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture
So def, a listen to the structure
Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a
Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a
Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha
Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up
And ya welcome to a force that creeps
Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK.....

Break: (*scratchin*)

Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band
of America, London and even Japan
And you surely will admit by bein a fan
Nobody else does it like we can
To battle us is truly a gamble
Excellence is proven by example
The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble
Back off Puba, this ya can't handle
The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin
The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....

Break:

Go (x31)

Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade
and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade
Cool and clever, crack I never
Wit my crew I will never sever
Brooklyn, New York is our home town
That is the place we always go down
And every night a party goes down
And when it starts, it never slows down
We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop
And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock
(*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........

Break:

Go Brooklyn (x15)

Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth
Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
All tension is released upon the call of the beat
As you rock along to a funky treat
Like a torch, we're keepin you active
Our rhythm will hold you captive
We're perfecters of the poem we sing
Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting
No doubt, about what we capture
A-nother classical treasure
So productive and effective
Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading

It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music
You like it cos you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lotta sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Stet can lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This song is complete and captured, BREAK.....

[Chorus: All]
We gonna rock to express, our methods to the catch
The pitcher at hand here, but we too best
You see the mark is a charge, the rappers are ours
So rock from ya lumber, we came here to rock!

[All]
Right about this time!

[Frukwan]
We make ya shake and shiver
The devastatin' rhymes we can deliver
And ya sucka M.C.'s, to us ya a minus
We dominate the charts cuz we are the world finest
Kings, who sat and heard Doug E. Fresh
And ya convicted to jail, now here's ya lesson
Stetsasonic, a name you will never forget

[Daddy-O]
But if you can't say it all!!!

[All]
Just Say Stet!

[Daddy-O]
Never were we meant to be ordinary
The way we rap is unique and legendary
Explicitally mapped, Stetsa, terrific
Permit as a group or should I be specific
Delite, Daddy-O and the D.B.C.
Frukwan, and Paul and the Mix Machine
And I won't fret, if you take it as a threat
But if you can't say it all!!!

[All]
Just Say Stet!

"Funky" - scratched up

[Delite]
Now when I come wit it, wit style it prolific
No friction to our diction, strictly scientific
Before we leave, ya ladies will be pleased
I will shock the house, before I enter at breeze
Cuz Stetsa means loud, and Sonic means sound
And this is the name that's gonna be around
So let the name reflect and get it correct

[Daddy-O]
But if you can't say it all!!!

[All]
Just Say Stet!

(scratches)

[Delite]
Procision on the mix is the kid named Prince
The one beat king by the cut, he a vicks

[Frukwan]
And slicker than slick, fresher than fresh
Mix Machine Wise is sure to bless

[Daddy-O]
And we're the M.C.'s, that hail from the East

[all]
Wit the Stetsa-fly, rhyme, masterpiece
So it's straight to the floor, get ya butts off the wall
And rock wit Wise, and the one Prince Paul

(Wise beatboxing and Prince Paul scratching)

[Daddy-O] (all)
And if you find Stetsasonic (hard to pronounce)
Learn how to say it (and fix yo mouth)
Cuz that's superstars (we earn respect)
And go into our head (we won't let)
Why don't you pay to get in (you won't be upset)
And if it don't come (we won't fret)
Stetsasonic a name you will never forget
But if you can't stay it all (Just Say Stet!)

My rhyme

( Daddy-O )
Awaken my conscious to a jubilee
Restore me with everlastin energy
My rhyme does work when I put it to use
Makes me glow when I'm walkin up and down the Deuce
And when I'm shoppin on Delancey buyin brand new gear
Girls always wanna whisper somethin in my ear
At a show old ladies even waitin in line
And it all takes place on the count of my rhyme

My rhyme
Talkin 'bout my rhyme
My rhyme

( Delite )
My rhyme is the force of sheer suspense
The stroke of elegance and excellence
The best and no less, seizing in your interest
My rhyme is packed with the muscle and finesse
Satisfaction guaranteed as I get ill
Definitely approved that's a thrill to thrill
My rhyme ??????? the escapade
Or at least as a teacher from my trade
Of my rhyme

( Fruitkwan )
My rhyme's wrapped in a fury of hate
And dare a devil rhyme rebel my axe terminate
Subduin and pulverizin suckers from afar
Couldn't sling with the king, I'm a hazardous detour
Break north, suckers, I'm intensively hard
My rhyme is on point cause I stay on guard
It might be quiet, but it's deliberated
And when it rocks the mic, it stays motivated

( Daddy-O )
Sayin what I mean, meanin what I say
Hooray, you toot and chant when my rhymes are played
If I may, today, demonstrate my sway
A display like the Grammies shoulda went to Sade
My way, my occupation on the m-i-c
The way I handle my rhyme, they call it mastery
Quakin earth, crashin symbols, ringin bells over towns
And you all wanna come hearin Daddy-O's rhyme
Sucker MC's fear it, my fans all cheer it
My rhyme's a category of personafied lyric
Livin, it tastes, feels, hears and sees
You may not believe it, but my rhyme breathes
It only dresses in the freshest gear
And it never wears words that I wore last year
In the summer you may hear it in L.A. at a show
Or at Miami gettin played at a radio show
My rhyme

( Fruitkwan )
My rhyme is devious, but believe me it's
One of a kind, you agree from the previous
Rhymes that you're hearin is devastatin
This rhyme made Tschernobyl stop generatin
After effects of my rhyme gets bolder
It move very swift just like a locomotive
The rhymes I possess can surely produce
To any size, big or small, and I can even reduce
My rhyme

( Delite )
Sturdy as a bow, I'm sharp as a arrow
A king among kings, a rhymin pharao
Here to ignite, excite tonight
I'm the daddy of swing, the Rhymorator Delite
Rockin chapter after chapter and saga after saga
Try to battle me, man, don't even bother
I'm reapin and leapin to the highest bound
Shake the walls of hell as I rock the town
With my rhyme

Talkin 'bout my rhyme

( INTRO: Daddy-O )
And yes y'all
You're about to bear witness
To microphone fitness
A true and livin feat
To get you out your seat
A poetical fare
A glow with the glare
A kick and a snare
Built for your desire
And now...
The Stet is on fire

( Delite (REPEATED) )
ON FIRE!

( *Prince Paul scratching* )

( VERSE 1: Fruitkwan )
We're on fire, our style is the gangster rock
That burns, and add a snap to the crews per rock
Like starch gets hard, not firm as an arch
A diagram that's designed for biters to march
We're athletically inclined like a gymnast flip
And rock 'n roll could never ever hip-hop like this
It's to the beat y'all, as I go on and on
Don't stop the wop until you (BREAK YOUR ARM!)
We're on fire, raw, and we're God-conceived
The electrifyin act of intensity
Is mandatorily right the ??? coacts
Better gather up your force or you might get waxed
The trend is up to date, very sharp and chic
Hah, suave and well breeded to reach its peak
Beware of the Stet as the flame burns higher
Long live forever the Stet, hah, cause we're on fire

( Delite (REPEATED) )
ON FIRE!

( *Prince Paul scratching* )

( VERSE 2: Delite )
Prepare for the heat for the Stet is on fire
Born to be on as the fuel of your desire
Thirsty like a blaze up the road to fame
We're blessed with the gift to entertain
So roll out respect as we walk in
The Stet legacy is about to begin
Young ladies, let me know am I doin okay?
Am I sharp and on point to rock ya this way?
MC Delite and I'm a mean rappin bomber
A sentimental poetical charmer
Way above par, earning high regards
For the style I produced is (SUPER-CHARGED!)
So let's go, come on and raise your hands high
Grab yourself a partner, our time has arrived
Defense layin firm for this empire
Strong is the role of the Stet, and we're on fire

( Delite (REPEATED) )
ON FIRE!

( VERSE 3: Daddy-O )
We were born to be on
Got strong and life-long
Our element of song
Could never steer you wrong
We attack like a fleet
And burn like the heat
We win like a champ and the victory is sweet
We drive like a drill
We soothe like a pill
We consume till we're filled
Opposition is nill
We speak to attain unattainable feats
...and I'm rockin to the beat
Y'all and you don't quit
As I rely solely upon my wit
To help me say this rhyme 'fore I forget
And rock much parties till skies are lit
Cause it's a sure hit from my rhymin kit
While other MC's takin a stand I sit
And if a jam gets ill I'll deal with it
Cause I'm as hot (HOT!) as hot (HOT!) could ever get
And I'm not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit (fit)
I hear em yellin and yellin (DADDY-O IS LEGIT!)
And I don't smoke crack cause I'm not with it (with it)
The crew is crack-free and we'll admit it ('mit it)
Stet's been stickin out a stake for style
And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild
We are the ones that'll take you higher
We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire

( Delite (REPEATED) )
ON FIRE!

( *Prince Paul scratching* )

( VERSE 4: all )
We-we-we took a little time
Wrote a little rhyme
Spent a little money on some studio time
Came up with a fresh little funky beat
Added a scratch to make it all complete
And now it's on wax, so we can relax
And work a little harder on a little more tracks
It might add up to a little more tax
At the end of the year we claim it all back
When we're coolin on the block we carry our big box
Playin L.L.'s 'Rock the Bells' or Run's 'Rock Box'
Wearin some high-top Cons or some Fila socks
And the newest Benetton sweatshirt in stock
We rent a Cadillac stretch and explore the town
And if some fly girls pass we roll our windows down
And say, "Hey fly girl, can we take you to the wire?
We're the band called Stet - and we're on fire"
We're ?flyer than chicks? and rollin our punches
And when it comes to rhymes, we write em in bunches
Put us at back, we went triple headers
Try to get Stet, we'll just get Stetter
And if you call us a crew we'll call you a liar
We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire

( Delite (REPEATED) )
ON FIRE!

[Chorus: MC Delite]
On fire, on fire, on fire
On fire, on fire, on fire
On fire, on fire, on fire

[Daddy-O]
We were born to be on, got strong and life-long
Our element of song, could never steer you wrong
We attack like a fleet, and burn like the heat
We win like a champ and the victory is sweet
We drive like a drill, we soothe like a pill
We consume till we're filled, opposition is nill
We speak to attain unattainable feats, and I'm rockin to the beat
Y'all and you don't quit, as I rely solely upon my wit
To help me say this rhyme for I forget
And rock much parties till skies are lit
Cause it's a sure hit from my rhymin' kit
While other MC's takin a stand I sit
And if a jam gets ill I'll deal with it
Cause I'm as hot as hot could ever get
And I'm not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit
I hear em yellin and yellin (Daddy-O is legit)
And I don't smoke crack cause I'm not with it
The crew is crack-free and we'll admit it
Stet's been stickin out a stake for style
And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild
We are the ones that'll take you higher
We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire

[Chorus]

(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

(Daddy-O) I got a (girl named Sally)
(Delite) And she don't score
(Daddy-O) Or eat pork
(Both) With a spoon or fork
(Daddy-O) But I heard that

(Chorus)
(Some people don't like the way
The way Sally walk)
(Ahem)
(Some people don't like the way
They way Sally walk)
(Ahem)
(1-2-3-4 Hit it!)

(Daddy-O)
This story's funny
I met this girl, and she had money
In vast abundance
Goo-goo gobs, I mean redundance
Her eyes were hazel
Her dress was suede, her voice was nasal
I found her so fly
But for the life of me, I didn't know why

(Chorus)

(Delite)
Now here's what took place
Recooed this jam, she rented the space
Nice place to party
But wouldn't you know, it turned out sorry
It's so confusin'
And sometimes I say it's amusin'
The jam was okay
'Til Sally walked in, 'cause just like I say

(Chorus)

Bridge:
(girl named Sally)
(girl named Sally hit it)
(girl named Sally)
(girl named Sally)
(1-2-3-4 Hit it!)
(girl named Sally)
(girl named Sally hit it)
(girl named Sally)
(girl named Sally)
(1-2-3-4 Hit it!)

(Daddy-O)
You know what? She don't live in Manhatten
Bronx, Queens, or the island of Staten
She's a Brooklyn swinga
So fly, every Friday night I might ring her
Telephone, yo D guess what (What?)
She's all alone (So?)
Stoned to the bone
Her shape's full grown
The kind of girl I'd love to own, ya see 'cause

(Chorus)

(Daddy-O)
I'm still with Sally
Paid and now we're both (feelin' Cali)

(Frukwan)
I think I love her
I know that I think highly of her

(Delite)
Believe it or not
I even thought
of tying the knot

(All Three)
She's opened my nose
And I ignore the story that goes:

(Chorus)

Bridge (x2)