| 
 | 
|  [ More Stetsasonic lyrics ] |  
 
                                                   
                                                              
add to playlist  
  see a mistake? 
  comment
  |  
 |  
Artist/Band: 
Stetsasonic 
Lyrics for Song: Uda Man 
Lyrics for Album: Blood, Sweat & No Tears [2008]
  
               
  20483>This song is dedicated to the Donald Trump of rap
  Kangol from UTFO
  (We're only buggin)
 
 
  It's on me to start, so let me grab the handle
  Bring forth the goods and slam with the ammo
  Spark the charts to make heads nod
  To leave my opposition like a vegetable retard
  Shootin the gift to gab like a jab
  And when time is up, hey you know you been stabbed
  Don't get me wrong, I'm from a positive essence
  Pourin the knowledge till I beat your conscience
  The are the O D-e-l-i-t-e
  MC Delite with the whole damn posse
  So let me put my little ego in the can
  And flip the job to Aasim
  (Yo why?!) 'Cause you're the man!
 
 
  No, you're the man, D
  No, no, you're the man, Aasim
  I told you, you the man
  You're the man, Aasim
  You the man!
  You're the man!
  You're the man!
  You're the man!
  Get off me!
  You, you're the man!
 
 
  Here we are, back from vacation
  It took a while cause of crazy situations
  The Stet roadie, I am him
  For those who don't know me, my name is Aasim
  On the mic for the very first time
  Gettin' loose while I'm kickin' my rhyme
  Workin' for the Stet, the only hip-hop band
  Mix Machine Wise, I-I-I think you're the man
 
 
  Kickin' bits, I made you move and groove
  But on on the smooth tip
  Like a chameleon change into the opposite
  Like the opposite of purple was brown
  And if you're up, I can make you get down
  And move right to left, from left back to right
  It's not wrong
  We got a few additions to this sing
  But it's strong and not weak
  And our style is real smooth
  Instead of standin' there, it'll make you move
  Stetsa style and style is us
  Sonic sound starts boomin' on the Stetsa drums
  Opposition of a rap group is a hip-hop band
  In the land I had my chance, DBC, you the man
 
 
  Hour of the man, I will slam, grand stand
  With the ladies pants, party people dance
  I am the Devastating Beat Creator, the non-greater
  I rock the beats sweet like a Now & Later
  I ram it, damn it, slam it - goddamn
  But I won't, Bobby, you the man
 
 
  What?
  Yo DB, I heard you the man!
 
 
  Nah, you're the man, Bobby
 
 
  I seen [Name] the other day, man
 
 
  What?!
  Ha-ha-ha-ha
 
 
  I'm not Young MC, I hit harder than a Hammer
  Stop dancin' and learn some new grammar
  Put a leash on your girls, you better hold em
  Cause if I get em, huh, I'ma bunk one
  Bobby Simmons, I'm the Stet's funky drummer
  Don't even try, cause there'll never be another
  'Cause we're the one and only hip-hop band
  And as a unit, together we stand
  We're not suckers like the Ku-Klux Klan
  We give much respect to our fans
  Daddy-O's the sucker of the band
  Nah, nah, nah yo, Paul's the man
 
 
  Ah yeah
  In the place to be
  I'm Prince Paul and also I'ma like do with e
  So if you think you're bad and you want to take a whiff
  This is a style I call scratch 'n sniff
  I don't bite, so let me be clear
  (Hey mic controller, let's steal some of Paul's good ideas)
  So now alter that and back to the plan
  Yo Daddy-O, yo, I think you the man
 
 
  I guess that's my cue
  (Hey, listen to the man)
  I guess I'm the last one rhymin'
  (Hey, listen to the man)
  Bobby called me a sucker
  (Hey, listen to the man)
  I guess that means I'm the man
 
 
  Wickitty-wicked-a-wicked, I get wicked
  If I got knots in my hair I just pick it
  And when I'm in Brownsville I be kickin
  And I might shop for my clothes out on Pitkin
  I buy my records and tapes at the Soul Shack
  Cool out ??on Langston Hughes?? cause it's like that
  And then I take a trip to Pink Houses
  Check out the girls with the pretty pink blouses
  Sometimes you see me cool out in Redhook
  Run up on Odad wrong, you might get took
  ??Sat low?? O.T. in Coney Island
  I'm out in Marlborough where they be wildin'
  Live down the block from L.G.
  And all the Gods say peace when they see me
  Brooklyn's my home, and I'm proud of it too
  And if I left you out, I didn't mean to
  Paul made the track and the Stet's got his back
  Say our rhyme was wack, you get slapped
  Give me the mic, ask me to slay it, I can
  (Are you a sucker, Daddy-O?) No, I'm the man
  20483> |    
 |  
| Album Lyrics: Blood, Sweat & No Tears [2008] | 
 
   Stetsasonic 
"Blood, Sweat & No Tears [2008]"
 
  | 
 |     |    |     |  
  |