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Feel the rhythm that can break a camel’s back
For every foe would know
We never suck, Jack
So if ya slow, ya know ya gonna get swept
So get paid, for this time we took a large step
A lot of things took place, while we were about
West Coast moved on in and East Coast is out
People making records, having their own thing
Like that Hip House garbage and that New Jack Swing
But the Brooklyn crew is saying no halves
And know who step in our way, they get jap slapped
Puncturing tires, not leaving a spare
You ask why competition
Cause we don’t care
We taking steps must locked into giant
Wreck shop on those who are defiant
Could picture that, some thought that we be sleeping
Man, their minds must be going up the deep end
Straight up and down, we’re ready for the tally
So she can dance for braids with benallys
From man to man, we taking a stand
Funk ya down, the first Hip Hop band
Go Brooklyn!
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Slow with the groove, that’s hype by design
As we go on to prove that Stetsasonic can shine
Rugged and hard, smooth like a flu
So clear the way as we bring down the roof
Into the thumbtuck, a new jack to offend us
Eliminating you was part of our agenda
And if you soup, maybe think your Splenda
Don’t even try it, cause you only a contender
A small breeze to cool me off while you’re swinging
And like a scorpion, your bottom foot is stinging
And when it’s over, you’ll be hearing bells ringing
And paramedic to your aide that we bringing
Break
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Fools is stepping up like they want some
There’s no problem, come on and get done
There ain’t no stopping this or retreating
We guaranteed to bomb and then leave it
To better us, there’ll be no survival
No guaranteed of chance or revival
It’s all business when you come up to a warzone
Step to the step and yo get your head flown
Cause I’ll be damn if I ever let a creampuff
To even think my band, he can handcuff
Confident we roll and I’m cooling
And you can bet in the 90s, we be ruling
We stick and move like Ray and Ali would
And stick weak MCs like a hood
And like an old house party from 10 until
We take advantage of MCs like a poob up in Brownsville
Me and Delight, Wise, DB and Yes Y’all
Bobby on the drums and my DJ, Prince Paul
Whoever thought we was falling off
Will get lost real deep in the sauce, break
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All in all, we’ve come to raise the banner
Buck the R’s and make poo buck scamper
Cause there is nothing like Hip Hop music
So get down, come on and let’s do this, break
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