<a href="http://oublierleracisme.skyblog.com">http://oublierleracisme.skyblog.com</a> <br /> <br />Lords Of The Underground <br />Tic Toc <br /> <br /> <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />(Tic toc, you don't stop...) <br /> <br />[DOITALL:] <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />we're those same (um) brothers that brought you "Chief Rock" <br />Now, um, underground's my style <br />to this I have vows <br />and I swear to my god <br />I'll always rock a crowd <br />So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K. <br />which is scarier <br />so if your on the deals, <br />who cares, the more the merrier <br />Now right off South Orange <br />on the block of one-nine <br />of course, thirteenth ave <br />is my stomping grounds <br />I open up my chest <br />and to my 'hood give my heart <br />'cause without the heart <br />then your 'hood falls apart <br />So respect to the cement <br />the park called "the Corner" <br />'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing <br />Runnin' from the cops <br />I couldn't be stopped <br />'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks <br />Now before making records <br />the 'hood was my savior <br />but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor... <br /> <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />(Tic toc, you don't stop...) <br /> <br />[MR. FUNKYMAN] <br />Well, I be the funk-ular <br />ultra-funk-ular <br />gamma-funk-ular <br />Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars <br />Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer <br />If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima <br />When I die, <br />I hope they're making records up in heaven <br />On a scale of one to ten, <br />I'm like 100-5th-11 <br />and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones <br />but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on <br />I go on beat... <br />off beat... <br />then jump right back on time <br />I drop another rhyme <br />and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!!) <br />M.C.'s cannot rock me <br />I'm stone-proof <br />Me grabbin' the mic <br />is like Superman running to a phone booth <br />Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard <br />In the heart of Newark, New Jersey, <br />make you say "Lord have mercy" <br />If you step up in my face <br />then it's do or die <br />and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!!) <br /> <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />(Tic toc, you don't stop...) <br /> <br />[DOITALL:] <br />Well, times have changed <br />not only for the urban <br />but also for suburban <br />We get props, we're deservin' <br />From black kids, to white kids <br />I see them bob their heads, <br />from the blond hair, to redhead <br />I even seen a dread <br />So now it doesn't matter <br />as the clock winds down <br />with the tic and the toc <br />because they love the sound <br />But people 'round your area <br />say you sell out <br />because you sell a million copies <br />and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW! <br />So do it for yourself, <br />and do it for the 'hood, <br />but do it from the heart, <br />'cause that's when it's good <br />Now tell me what's gonna happen <br />after the rappin' <br />when the clock ticks away <br />and ain't nothin' happenin'... <br /> <br />[MR. FUNKYMAN] <br />..I remember way back in the days on my block <br />when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock <br />on Martin Luther King's boulevard <br />with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD <br />used to hit the ill rhymes from the head <br />while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red <br />You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S, <br />THE EDUCATED THREE, <br />I have to give them props for helping me be me <br />Now I'm the one who's educated <br />I suffered but I made it <br />I only write rhymes that will be appreciated <br />No matter how large I get <br />the fire still burns <br />'Cause from the 'hood I came <br />and to the 'hood I must return... <br /> <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um) <br />Tic toc, this is how we rock <br />(Tic toc, you don't stop...)
