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 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! 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 at-ten-tion






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



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



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
Cuz we so new ya'll

It's the Stetsa mix, ya'll

Use the Stetsa mix, ya'll