Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DBC Let The Music Play, artist - Stetsasonic.
Date of issue: 14.06.1988
Song language: English
DBC Let The Music Play |
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) |
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) |
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) |
When our triggers are cocked our work is immediate |
And you can taste and feel our ingredient |
With speed, we give you what you need |
And any barracade we will truly stampede |
Cause we’re the bow, the arrow plus the archer |
And on the strength, kings of the rapture |
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* |