(*Human Mix Machine Wise beatboxing*)
(all)
STET
TROOP
'88
'88
'88
(*scratching of*)
(Prince Paul)
(DBC)
(Wise)
(The Hip-Hop Band)
(Fruitkwan)
(Delite)
(Daddy-O)
(Daddy-O)
I buy my clothes at the Gap, I really know how to rap
I like root beer on tap and I'm a shorty strapped
And like Run once said I'm proud to be black
And if I sat on a bus, it wouldn't be in the back
And I reside in the East and all the Gods say peace
And every since I started rappin I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(Daddy-O)
Some people call me Kareem, at work they call me Glen
I was on tour last year, this year I'll do it again
And though I'm not a politician I know all my rights
I had a fight with a cop just last night
Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin guns for years
And I never been a sucker givin in to my peers
The Stet says a rhyme, I'm always on time
Wait a minute - let me think of my next line
Ehm -
Ehm -
Ehm -
Okay
I eat at BBQ, meat-eatin days are through
I like it in Lake Charles, I like miami too
When I was in San Diego had to visit the zoo
And I don't like used cars, so I'ma buy one new
I'm readin Stephen King, Joan Collins ain't my thing
Whenever I got beef, I give (Name) a ring
I cool with Walter and Lumumba in an Aero Star
Yo Wise, a little bit of that human guitar
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(Delite)
Thank you
And in karate class love when it's time to spar
I tape the daytime soaps on a VCR
I drink low-fat milk to give my tummy a rest
I use? in the shower cause I don't like?
I eat my ice creams slow, call Puerto-Ricans bro
And when I had a yoyo, I had the one that glowed
I used to make go-karts, now rappin is my art
Scott La Rock still lives inside my heart
(Delite)
Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in stracks
Love to watch The Box, music video tracks
Always stayed in school, my mother raised no fool
And if I broke any rules, then my pops got rude
Call me MC Delite a/k/a Shaheed
Here to teach and lead by my rhymin spree
Make the crowd yell 'ho' when I go solo
Yo Wise, give me a taste of what you gave Daddy-O
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(Delite)
I love to cool and relax with a girl that's real
She will chill at my place and I will cook the meal
I've been so many places and saw many faces
One city I remember was the city of Vegas
Othe night never quits, prostitution's legit
And the crowd only cheered at the end of a skit
Oh, one other fact, I lost 300 smack
But soon I got the bets and I won it all back
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(*scratching of*)
(Stet Troop)
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(Fruitkwan)
All my sneakers are gold, on the mic I'm bold
Don't play me like I'm a kid, I'm 24 years old
I like to fly in a plane, call a woman a dame
Like the Empire State it's recognition I gain
Stet Troop and a beat, the world of Stet is complete
A lotta records are weak, but this one is unique
Like they were just grapes, crushin suckers we hate
Yo Wise, come in on time, but not too late
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(Fruitkwan)
On weekdays I build, the weekends I chill
And the closer you listen, you detect the skill
Then you think in your head about the lyric I said
You kick beats in the bed, I be creatin instead
People booge in crowds, we can boogie alone
Though the music is loud you're in a 3D zone
Stet appearance react like a deck that's stacked
And like Radio Shack we're all over the damn map
(*Human Mix Machine Wise plays his 'human guitar'*)
(all)
We like cordless mics, we ride ninja bikes
We don't sing heavy metal and we don't wear spikes
We're classified as a fam, we operate six man
And if you call us a group, you get a body slam
Fruitkwan tailors clothes, Delite waxes foes
And we both rock house with Daddy-O
Paul's on the Technics, Wise kicks the beats
And DBC is on the keys with the drum machine
STET
TROOP
'88
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