Dbc Let the Music Play

(Okay) (Daddy-O) Well under normal situation You jump in your car, you put your tape in But when that tape is (Stetsa-Stet!) You tally a time, you won't forget You listen to a band, the sound is hoopin' It ain't no time for party poopin' You could get down to the real McCoy And enjoy, the music we employ How that sound? The Stet's a-bound The Hip-Hop band, the six renowned A musical flow with an added twist And for you girlies, Wise is gonna throw you a kiss So break out the champagne, pop the cork The year's '88, the town New York The crowd is loud and everything's okay DBC let the music play! (Okay) (Frukwan) With the band, guarantee you bop 'Cause what you get with Stet is Hip-Hop Increase the knobs, lighten up the bass Turn it to the max, and it might taste Like popcorn, but I don't pop Instead of doin' the whop, I build up the drop Ya fake MC's ya get treated like slop And they get mopped? 'Cause we're not like cops 'Cause we're top notch Wait you know we're better than that We're like scotch tape Stickin' as if on the court But we resort in the square Just a hopin' and darin' That you would on to make the move sucker We're not even through Everybody gets pumped that we showed you So listen to the band with the musical sway DB' let the music play! (Okay) (Wise) Now all you ladies start the clappin' 'Cause the mix machine is rappin' Fellas, start your fingers snappin' 'Cause I just came to say what's happenin' Your boy Prince Paul is doin' the jammin' While the MC's take care of the rammin' And DBC, his beats are slammin' The human percussion, everybody examine So check out the bass line with the beat Playin' along, right by I mean Keys and beats while I'm bustin' the rhyme Right about this time I know it's blowin your mind Showin' the group that he's a step above Up on the microphone is Wise's supreme love So before I go, and get on my way DB' let the music play (Okay) (Delite) When our triggers are copped out work is immediate And you can take some? ingredient With speed, we give you what you need And any barracade we will truly stampede Go with the bowl,? plus the heart y'all And on the script kings of the rap jaw Plain and simple, we're out to win Grease bumpy slip, but we're smilin' Right out the box we got a rough, hard core The Stet's mystique is like a lion's roar Your rhythm slam, I'll slam it like a hammer The DBC with another hot jammer You coup de grace and now de ja vou Give him a space and he will fill the room And we are the band earnin' our heyday So DBC let the music play (Okay) Yeahhh *echoes* Uh huh *echoes*