| Show for show from stage to state
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| We turn over a brand new page
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| Loud and clear for you to hear
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| So have no fear
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| The new and (?)
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| Boogy on like you want to
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| This is the baddest band that you can find
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| And party people in the place
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| It’s showtime
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Tonight is the night we’re gonna flex our traits
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| And grab a pice of the soul, soul serenade
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| We’re into the business, of keeping your interest
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| Tonight you will witness on just how we do this
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| True to form when the spotlights on
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| So keep in step because the jam is def
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| We gonna bring the roof down as if its our last breath
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| The newest age of (?)
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| To make you smile, hey that’s our motto
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| So join the square, of the debonaire
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| Its clear, the buck stops here
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| And its showtime
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Bust it
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| When we was in Philly, the jam was packed
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| And we was on the bill with five other acts
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| But when the lights went down, and we started to rhyme
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| The joint got live and read showtime
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| And when Wise came out to kick a beat with his mouth
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| And when Paul got (?)
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| And see them drenched in a frenzy, out of their mind
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| We got loose, we started to unwind
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| Just then
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| Got busty like only Stet can
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| Sabataging your house, building up your demand
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| Exploiting the Stet, and the sound that’s high potent
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| And everybody (?)
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| One of many who could counter-react
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| Bust the act, that’s right and exact
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| Get back
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| Its an actual fact, its showtime
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Now come along children as we teach you
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| About a sound you’re bound to take heed to
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| To a land where bands run free
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| Rhymes grow on trees
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| Stet is the epitomy
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| Stages we call homes, mics we call tools
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| Fans we call (?), foes we call fools
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| Competition is game, at the same time lame
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| (Whatchu talking about D?)
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| Let me explain
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| Don’t need a silly suit, big dummies get big heads
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| We choose to get a big stage instead
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| We entertain with the rhyme, ain’t about no crime
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| Here to warm your soul and that’s the bottom line
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| Its showtime
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| Let’s start the show
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| Let’s start the shot
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| Let’s start the show
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| We’re like a beast uncaged, on the rampage
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| Proving a point that we’re the kings of the stage
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| So pass the finger-licking Kentucky chicken
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| Makes me feel ready to keep you heels kicking
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| No flim-flam, funky is my fam
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| Man understant we’re not a flash in the pan
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| So don’t try to fight it, you’ve been united
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| By the hip-hop band that keeps you ignited
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| (?) with the gangsta lean
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| All about good times, and a good strong theme
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| From Brooklyn boy, hitting hard with the sound
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| Like Tyson we ain’t playing around
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| Its showtime
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Let’s start the show
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| Let’s start the show
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| Let’s start the show
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| We’re up to par, Stet superstars
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| The six man band, that’s who we are
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| We’re picture perfect, you know its worth it
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| Stet rehearsed it, here’s how we (?)
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| Combinating, we integrated
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| So stimulated, not infatuated
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| Cold (?)
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| And living proof that we can tear a whole jam and rock to the roof
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| (?) entertainment
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| The goal we achieve
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| To rock, bum rush the spot
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| Its showtime
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s start the show
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| So now you’ve seen what the critics mean
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| You have born witness that we can do this
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| You’ve taped to the base of the band in first place
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| And all the suckers are blue in the face
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| So from the rhyme orator MC Delight
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| The multiple supreme, the masterful Quan
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| Wise the human mix machine
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| The devastating beat creator
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| The grand wizard DJ Prince Paul
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| And the ebony chief emcee Daddy-O
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| We say to our fans, we love you
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| And to our foes
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| (Fuck you) |