Текст песни Stetsasonic - No B.S. Allowed
Stetsasonic - No B.S. Allowed слова песни
Now we`re gon` get ourselves together(Of the band that`s spelled S-T-E-T)No B.S. allowed(Prince Paul)[ Daddy-O ]Let`s get this straight - rappers are a dime a dozenSome were around from the start, some wasn`tSome are okay on the lyrical tipBut some of these bums, they ain`t say shitI happen to know that some of think they can throw onThought we were soft cause of Float OnBut we ain`t soft, who you think we are, Jeckyll and Hyde?You been watching too much _Tales from the Darkside_Or drinking too much, or smoking the crackpipeMan, instead rag your ass on the micSo now, me and you face to face, any time and placeYour choice, wanna test your voiceWith the O-d-a-d Doctor of -tologyTeacher of youth and MC`s without couthBetter call in a bomb squad, cause I`m gonna blowYou and your voice and your rhyme out the windowFall and you break and you cook and I bake and you cryYou know why? Cause you was a dumb guyTo sleep on the Stet for some political repYou thought we would miss the boat, but you jokedThe time has come for you to face the factYou slept, hops, cause you thought we was wackBut we`re back, and it`s a fact, cause we have vowedIn the world of Stet - no B.S. allowed[ Daddy-O ]No B.S. allowed [ all ]No B.S. allowed (repeated)Take that y`allFrom the back y`allWe`re not the wack y`allBeat, beat y`allAnd you don`t stopYa keep, ya keep onRockin the hip-hop(And it goes a little somethin like this...)[ Wise ]Next in line to rhyme, and on timeOutline a fine rhyme that`ll blow your mindYou see, well, it`s me, Wise emceeingAnd every line you hear, I`m writing for me andMyself, and I bet that you can give me a try, geeHere`s another headpiece I flyUnderestimated our abilitySo comprehend the trend that we setTo ache and take and break the mold that we`re fromCause sucker MC`s wanna try to get somePeace to the allies, forget the foesPraisin and glazin, but I`m grazinMore than just nips, I`m goin for chunksKickin off a fresh rhyme to a beat that`s funkySplurgin on the style, you feel you gottaSo let loose, sucker, and ???Why do you even bother?To call our shit junk From the bottom of heartWhen you was biting from the startOf it all, punkGive me a break, there`s no mistake hereYour girl`ll be the only thing I takeYo, S-t-e-t is the band symbolWise a/k/a the Stetsa sex symbolRockin the crowd with no B.S. allowed[ Daddy-O ]No B.S. allowed[ all ]No B.S. allowed (repeated)(And it goes a little somethin like this...)[ Delite ]So now, time to flex some lyrical muscleRip up ours with ??? scuffleHustle and tussle with the best of themBlow thsyelf a Philly and commence the stompinR.O. D-e-l-i-t-eThe poet is me, a poetry epitomeHere to stimmulate, to teach and educateAnd those who perpetrate, I bend your path straightPoint blank, by the line that tells it allHell could freeze and the Stet would still reign tallCause our flow is soul and so electroFrom my intro pooh-puts are petrolWe strom the stage, rip it kinda slickA little silver, yeah, we on a different tipAbout our silver - our crown to our gloryYou wanna know - read the real storyAnd plug in to the smooth reservoirComplete funky freestyle seminarDon`t ever try to diss us on any issueOr you`ll be outta here like used wet toilet tissueFor the Stet it`s cool, we`re never living foulStep wrong, we`ll be gankin and buckin wildCause we`re the band, we`re standin loud and proudAnd where we`re from, no B.S. allowed[ Daddy-O ]No B.S. allowed[ all ]No B.S. allowed (repeated)