Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We're The Band , by - Stetsasonic. Release date: 14.06.1988
Song language: English
We're The Band |
| Read the lines |
| Read the lines |
| Read the lines as I write the script |
| About six young men who are fully equipped |
| To be the first rap fan in all the lands |
| So get a grip y’all, 'cause we’re taking a stand |
| First in line and most likely to |
| First to conceive and first to do |
| Grandstand hip hop, Stetsa style |
| The style of the Stet, the bold, the wild |
| The free, the brave, the New York-made |
| We’re Brooklyn-bred, Long Island-fed |
| Six-man parade, twelve-pocket paid |
| Musicians by trade who made the great |
| Living proof of tearing the roof off |
| Party peoples go to setting the course and of course |
| and the six go hand in hand |
| And on stage, the Stat expand 'cause we’re the band |
| Straight to the source |
| Straight to the source |
| Straight to the source, straight to the source |
| Straight to the source, Straight to the source |
| Straight to the source for those who felt lost |
| Confused conclusions about our cause |
| Play back the track if you wanna unwind |
| As we begin to show and prove and define |
| Turn out the lights, come on, and pump the sound |
| Stetsasonic is back and ready to go down |
| Listen to the session, the missions, the lesson |
| That we rise up to the top of our profession |
| The night in light, the ladies delight |
| Stets in effect with a different type of hype |
| The band with a solution, Stets an institution |
| Here to make clear all misillusion |
| Not four, not three, not two, not one |
| The six of the fad is sons of fun |
| The tribe, the posse, the gang and the clan |
| Get the picture? |
| We’re the band |
| Supreme ultimatum |
| Supreme ultimatum |
| Supreme ultimatum, Stet generator |
| The goal is bold but it’s to create a |
| Feel that appeals to the Stets’s envy |
| What you think is opinion to most, is longevity |
| Vicious death, Stet the band I stress |
| Confident as a mole and a mole is just pressed |
| In gave the race that’s deeply open |
| This is the force to make you doubt and soaken |
| Fragile and different, six men terrific |
| We elevate and upgrade a statistic |
| This rage of terror creates a new era |
| To crew who you thought was a group, wasn’t |
| We’re a hip band and a hop chance to ram |
| Down your throat and continue to grow |
| Like a title that I write on my notes |
| 'Cause we’re the band |
| Pace |
| Ain’t it funky? |