Rock De La Stet

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

Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy

We're not the imitation wer'e the real mccoy

It's the are-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! 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

'cause 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

If there was a time, that I felt fine

Then that is the time, I run my rhyme

'cause 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)

For a little, why direct ya attention span

To the man on the wheel, 'cause he's in command

Prince P-A-you-L, all you stung

This D.J.'s for ya at-ten-tion

(guitar playing and instrumentation)

New, reknown, let the part without a start

'cause 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 are-O-D, is you out to death rhyme

To conquer and prevail, excede without fail

And never let myself within a jail cell

For kickin' the mic, can't I do what I like

If I want to please the crowd, let me do it tonight

And when I'm finished wit the end, I will do it again

'cause I could rock all night, and I would have to depend

On the fake m.c.'s, that want to copy a piece

Of my best selling rhymes of the century

And I do want to say, I won't be so amazed

To see a bitin' M.C., quote my rhyme in a phrase

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

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

'cause we so new ya'll

(Wise beatboxing)

It's the Stetsa mix, ya'll

Use the Stetsa mix, ya'll