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