[ INTRO: Daddy-O ] And yes y'all You're about to bear witness To microphone fitness A true and livin feat To get you out your seat A poetical fare A glow with the glare A kick and a snare Built for your desire And now... The Stet is on fire [ Delite (REPEATED) ] ON FIRE! [ *Prince Paul scratching* ] [ VERSE 1: Fruitkwan ] We're on fire, our style is the gangster rock That burns, and add a snap to the crews per rock Like starch gets hard, not firm as an arch A diagram that's designed for biters to march We're athletically inclined like a gymnast flip And rock 'n roll could never ever hip-hop like this It's to the beat y'all, as I go on and on Don't stop the wop until you (BREAK YOUR ARM!) We're on fire, raw, and we're God-conceived The electrifyin act of intensity Is mandatorily right the ??? coacts Better gather up your force or you might get waxed The trend is up to date, very sharp and chic Hah, suave and well breeded to reach its peak Beware of the Stet as the flame burns higher Long live forever the Stet, hah, cause we're on fire [ Delite (REPEATED) ] ON FIRE! [ *Prince Paul scratching* ] [ VERSE 2: Delite ] Prepare for the heat for the Stet is on fire Born to be on as the fuel of your desire Thirsty like a blaze up the road to fame We're blessed with the gift to entertain So roll out respect as we walk in The Stet legacy is about to begin Young ladies, let me know am I doin okay? Am I sharp and on point to rock ya this way? MC Delite and I'm a mean rappin bomber A sentimental poetical charmer Way above par, earning high regards For the style I produced is (SUPER-CHARGED!) So let's go, come on and raise your hands high Grab yourself a partner, our time has arrived Defense layin firm for this empire Strong is the role of the Stet, and we're on fire [ Delite (REPEATED) ] ON FIRE! [ VERSE 3: Daddy-O ] We were born to be on Got strong and life-long Our element of song Could never steer you wrong We attack like a fleet And burn like the heat We win like a champ and the victory is sweet We drive like a drill We soothe like a pill We consume till we're filled Opposition is nill We speak to attain unattainable feats ...and I'm rockin to the beat Y'all and you don't quit As I rely solely upon my wit To help me say this rhyme 'fore I forget And rock much parties till skies are lit Cause it's a sure hit from my rhymin kit While other MC's takin a stand I sit And if a jam gets ill I'll deal with it Cause I'm as hot (HOT!) as hot (HOT!) could ever get And I'm not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit (fit) I hear em yellin and yellin (DADDY-O IS LEGIT!) And I don't smoke crack cause I'm not with it (with it) The crew is crack-free and we'll admit it ('mit it) Stet's been stickin out a stake for style And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild We are the ones that'll take you higher We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire [ Delite (REPEATED) ] ON FIRE! [ *Prince Paul scratching* ] [ VERSE 4: all ] We-we-we took a little time Wrote a little rhyme Spent a little money on some studio time Came up with a fresh little funky beat Added a scratch to make it all complete And now it's on wax, so we can relax And work a little harder on a little more tracks It might add up to a little more tax At the end of the year we claim it all back When we're coolin on the block we carry our big box Playin L.L.'s 'Rock the Bells' or Run's 'Rock Box' Wearin some high-top Cons or some Fila socks And the newest Benetton sweatshirt in stock We rent a Cadillac stretch and explore the town And if some fly girls pa** we roll our windows down And say, "Hey fly girl, can we take you to the wire? We're the band called Stet - and we're on fire" We're ?flyer than chicks? and rollin our punches And when it comes to rhymes, we write em in bunches Put us at back, we went triple headers Try to get Stet, we'll just get Stetter And if you call us a crew we'll call you a liar We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire [ Delite (REPEATED) ] ON FIRE!