[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