Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No B.S. Allowed, artist - Stetsasonic. Album song Blood, Sweat & No Tears, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1991
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
No B.S. Allowed |
Now we’re gon' get ourselves together |
(Of the band that’s spelled S-T-E-T) |
No B.S. |
allowed |
(Prince Paul) |
Let’s get this straight — rappers are a dime a dozen |
Some were around from the start, some wasn’t |
Some are okay on the lyrical tip |
But some of these bums, they ain’t say shit |
I happen to know that some of think they can throw on |
Thought we were soft cause of Float On |
But we ain’t soft, who you think we are, Jeckyll and Hyde? |
You been watching too much _Tales from the Darkside_ |
Or drinking too much, or smoking the crackpipe |
Man, instead rag your ass on the mic |
So now, me and you face to face, any time and place |
Your choice, wanna test your voice |
With the O-d-a-d Doctor of -tology |
Teacher of youth and MC’s without couth |
Better call in a bomb squad, cause I’m gonna blow |
You and your voice and your rhyme out the window |
Fall and you break and you cook and I bake and you cry |
You know why? |
Cause you was a dumb guy |
To sleep on the Stet for some political rep |
You thought we would miss the boat, but you joked |
The time has come for you to face the fact |
You slept, hops, cause you thought we was wack |
But we’re back, and it’s a fact, cause we have vowed |
In the world of Stet — no B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed (repeated) |
Take that y’all |
From the back y’all |
We’re not the wack y’all |
Beat, beat y’all |
And you don’t stop |
Ya keep, ya keep on |
Rockin the hip-hop |
(And it goes a little somethin like this…) |
Next in line to rhyme, and on time |
Outline a fine rhyme that’ll blow your mind |
You see, well, it’s me, Wise emceeing |
And every line you hear, I’m writing for me and |
Myself, and I bet that you can give me a try, gee |
Here’s another headpiece I fly |
Underestimated our ability |
So comprehend the trend that we set |
To ache and take and break the mold that we’re from |
Cause sucker MC’s wanna try to get some |
Peace to the allies, forget the foes |
Praisin and glazin, but I’m grazin |
More than just nips, I’m goin for chunks |
Kickin off a fresh rhyme to a beat that’s funky |
Splurgin on the style, you feel you gotta |
So let loose, sucker, and ??? |
Why do you even bother? |
To call our shit junk |
From the bottom of heart |
When you was biting from the start |
Of it all, punk |
Give me a break, there’s no mistake here |
Your girl’ll be the only thing I take |
Yo, S-t-e-t is the band symbol |
Wise a/k/a the Stetsa sex symbol |
Rockin the crowd with no B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed (repeated) |
(And it goes a little somethin like this…) |
So now, time to flex some lyrical muscle |
Rip up ours with ??? |
scuffle |
Hustle and tussle with the best of them |
Blow thsyelf a Philly and commence the stompin |
R.O. |
D-e-l-i-t-e |
The poet is me, a poetry epitome |
Here to stimmulate, to teach and educate |
And those who perpetrate, I bend your path straight |
Point blank, by the line that tells it all |
Hell could freeze and the Stet would still reign tall |
Cause our flow is soul and so electro |
From my intro pooh-puts are petrol |
We strom the stage, rip it kinda slick |
A little silver, yeah, we on a different tip |
About our silver — our crown to our glory |
You wanna know — read the real story |
And plug in to the smooth reservoir |
Complete funky freestyle seminar |
Don’t ever try to diss us on any issue |
Or you’ll be outta here like used wet toilet tissue |
For the Stet it’s cool, we’re never living foul |
Step wrong, we’ll be gankin and buckin wild |
Cause we’re the band, we’re standin loud and proud |
And where we’re from, no B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed |
No B.S. |
allowed (repeated) |