Bobby Simmons - No B.S. Allowed lyrics

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 sh** 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 a** 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 [ 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 s**er 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, s**er, and ??? Why do you even bother? To call our sh** 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 s** 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 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 [ Daddy-O ] No B.S. allowed [ all ] No B.S. allowed (repeated)