Lyrics No B.S. Allowed - Stetsasonic
Now
we're
gon'
get
ourselves
together
(Of
the
band
that's
spelled
S-T-E-T)
No
B.S.
allowed
(Prince
Paul)
[ Daddy-O
]
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,
want
to
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
[ Daddy-O
]
No
B.S.
allowed
[ All
]
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...)
[ Wise
]
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
want
to
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
[ Daddy-O
]
No
B.S.
allowed
[ All
]
No
B.S.
allowed
(repeated)
(And
it
goes
a
little
somethin
like
this...)
[ Delite
]
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
want
to
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
[ Daddy-O
]
No
B.S.
allowed
[ All
]
No
B.S.
allowed
(repeated)
1 The Hip Hop Band (Interlude)
2 No B.S. Allowed
3 Uda Man
4 Speaking of a Girl Named Suzy
5 Gyrlz
6 Blood, Sweat & No Tears
7 So Let the Fun Begin
8 Go Brooklyn 3
9 Walkin in the Rain
10 Don't Let Your Mouth Write a Check That Your Ass Can't Cash
11 Ghetto Is the World
12 Your Mother Has Green Teeth
13 You Still Smokin' That Shit
14 Heaven Help the M.F.'s
15 Took Place in East New York
16 Paul's a Sucker (Interlude)
17 Free South Africa (Norman Cook Remix)
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