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 y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy
We're not the imitation wer'e the real McCoy
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 Rhymearator, '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
'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
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
For a little, why direct ya attention span
To the man on the wheel, 'cuz he's in command
Prince P A U L, all you stung
This D.J.'s for ya attention
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, exceed without fail
And never let myself within a jail cell
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
Now, when we came to a party, we don't mess around
We immediately proceed to throw down
Wit' the Rock De La Stet, the alleged, 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 y'all, we not the wack y'all
So stay back y'all, we on track y'all
The Stet is troops y'all, the Stet are troops y'all
New and improved y'all, 'cuz we so new y'all
It's the Stetsa mix, y'all, use the Stetsa mix, y'all

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