Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air, and please don't stop, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

We're them same, um, brothers that brought you "Chief Rocka"

Now, um, underground's my style, to this I have vows

And I swear to my God I'll always rock a crowd

So, um, peace to my area, N.W.K, which is scarier

So if you're on the deals, who cares? The more, the merrier

Now right off South Orange on the block of one-nine

Across Thirteenth Ave is my stomping grounds

I open up my chest and to my hood give my heart

'Cause without the heart then your hood falls apart

So, respect to the cement, the park called "The Corner"

'Cause that's where the DoItAlldo was performing

Runnin' from the cops, I couldn't be stopped

'Cause I was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks

Now before making records, the hood was my savior

But now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit' ya neighbor

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air, and please don't stop, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and represent your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop)

Well, I be the funk-ular, ultra-funk-ular, gamma-funk-ular

Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars

Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer

If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima

When I die, I hope they're making records up in heaven

On a scale of one to ten, I'm like 100-5th-11

And sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones

But if you ever try to diss the Lords, then it's on

Now I go on beat, off beat, then jump right back on time

I drop another rhyme and talk about your fat ugly mama (eww)

MC's cannot rock me, I'm stone-proof

Me grabbin' the mic is like Superman running to a phone booth

Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard

In the heart of Newark, New Jersey, make you say "Lord have mercy"

If you step up in my face then it's do or die

And I'm gonna make you cry (wah)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air, and please don't stop, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and represent your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop)

Well, times have changed, not only for the urban

But also for suburban, we get props, we're deservin'

From Black kids, to White kids, I see them bob their heads

From the blonde hair, to redhead, I even seen a dread

So now it doesn't matter as the clock winds down

With the tic and the toc, because they love the sound

But people 'round your area say you sell out

Because you sell a million copies and your tone goes baow!

So do it for yourself and do it for the hood

But do it from the heart, 'cause that's when it's good

Now tell me what's gonna happen after the rappin'

When the clock ticks away and ain't nothin' happenin'

I remember way back in the days on my block

When the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock

On Martin Luther King's boulevard

With P.C., wise, Easy Ed, and my brother hard Bernard

Used to hit the ill rhymes from the head

While I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red

You had the Shorty two MC's, The Educated Three

I gotta give them props for helping me be me

Now I'm the one who's educated

I suffered but I made it

I only write rhymes that will be appreciated

No matter how large I get, the fire still burns

'Cause from the hood I came and to the hood I must return

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air, and please don't stop, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air and represent your block, um

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop)