| Let me start by saying
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| You wanna leave? |
| Go 'head, I’m staying
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| 'Cause I been fully baptised in the river
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| Stets’ll get loose while Paul’s on the set
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| And you can bet, this party’s gonna pump like a LinnDrum
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| A better band, you know it ais’t been one
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| And on stage, the Stet is a rage
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| Says Spin magazine on the 21st page
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| Ozone levels drop, weak rappers stop
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| Trying what you can get arrested for
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| White mind, don’t you know it’s a crime?
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| We had it before you had a piece of crime
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| You’ll see you better not mess with me
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| You little maggot, where’s your integrity?
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| Listen here and get this clear
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| I’m rolling with the band of the year
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| And we’re in full gear
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| And we’re in full, «gear»
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| We’re looser than a hammock
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| Unique and crafty like Stet-ceramic
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| 'Cause in full gear is aerodynamic
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| The button is pressed, in 88 starts the panic
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| The sucker MCs start running amok
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| While a band like Stet is having positive luck
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| And we wen' on tour, made the people roar
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| In response to the floor, you got a show for sure
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| A future career keeps Stet aware
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| 'Cause what we display is in full gear, yeah
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| The peer is pressure, the pressure is peer
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| But you really feel the pressure when you’re sitting here
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| A plan sewn together like a 5A stitch
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| And the tones I choose replaced by pitch
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| Stet’s so creative with the drop of a tear
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| Plating fear, making punks wanna disappear
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| 'Cause we’re in full gear
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| And we’re in full, «gear»
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| We got a Stet-powered amp of 500 watts
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| Gaudy Wheels, a Bin-Z Box
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| Turbo power, a sun rooftop
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| No doubt will we shout, «We came here to rock»
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| And we’re in full, «gear»
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| The way I clown with no big ego
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| We rock the style to make hip hop gold
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| We tie our camels to the lumps and bumps
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| Then come out a champ with the sound that thumbs
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| S-T-E-T is not a lethal code
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| From state to state, we sever rhythm and soul
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| The six-man band of hip hop’ll throw
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| Need I say more? |
| I know you know
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| But if you don’t, let me lay it out to you
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| The Stet mystique will always continue
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| You whup the punk and we will never mildew
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| 'Cause we’re the one that’s elected to lead you
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| Fully equipped we come to make it all clear
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| That we can do this here year after year
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| Sparking amok from the front to rear
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| Sharper than the tip of a bumper… (?)
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| And we’re in full, «gear» |