Tic Toc-Lords of the Underground

[00:05.416]Tic toc, this is how we rock [00:07.418]Throw your hands in the air [00:08.836]And do it for your block (um) [00:10.702]Tic toc, this is how we rock [00:12.721]Throw your hands in the air [00:14.035]And please don't stop (um) [00:15.980]Tic toc, this is how we rock [00:18.614](Tic toc, you don't stop...) [00:21.161]{DoItAll} Tic toc, this is how we rock [00:23.202]We're those same (um) brothers [00:24.718]Who brought you "Chief Rocka” [00:25.693]Now, um, underground's my style [00:27.318]To this I have vows, and I swear to my god [00:29.861]I'll always rock a crowd [00:30.949]So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K. [00:33.009]Which is scarier, so if your on the deals [00:35.045]Who cares, the more the merrier [00:36.445]Now right off South Orange on the block of one-nine [00:39.027]Of course, thirteenth ave is my stomping grounds [00:41.725]I open up my chest and to my 'hood give my heart [00:44.319]Cause without the heart then your 'hood falls apart [00:46.752]So respect to the cement [00:48.250]The park called "the Corner" [00:49.597]Cause that's where the DoItAll do was performin' [00:52.280]Runnin' from the cops, I couldn't be stopped [00:54.472]Cuz I was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks [00:57.173]Now before makin' records, the 'hood was my savior [00:59.990]But now I'm making tunes [01:00.975]To make you jam wit 'cha neighbor [01:03.015]Tic toc, this is how we rock [01:05.061]Throw your hands in the air [01:06.381]And do it for your block (um) [01:08.293]Tic toc, this is how we rock [01:10.301]Throw your hands in the air [01:11.667]And please don't stop (um) [01:13.522]Tic toc, this is how we rock [01:15.512]Throw your hands in the air [01:16.852]And represent your block (um) [01:18.722]Tic toc, this is how we rock [01:21.343](Tic toc, you don't stop...) [01:23.049]{Mr. Funke} Well, I be the funk-ular [01:24.384]Ultra-funk-ular [01:25.253]Gamma-funk-ular [01:26.262]Half you rappers out there [01:27.265]Couldn't see me with binoculars [01:28.938]Anyone who thinks he'll take me out [01:30.387]is just a dreamer. If you think you're the bomb [01:32.691]Then I'm Hiroshima. When I die, [01:34.584]I hope they're making records up in heaven [01:36.522]On a scale of one to ten, I'm like 100-5th-11 [01:39.212]And sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones [01:41.889]But if you ever try to diss the Lords [01:43.643]Then it's on. I go on beat... off beat... [01:45.868]Then jump right back on time [01:46.811]I drop another rhyme and talk about [01:48.417]your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!) [01:49.746]M.C.'s cannot rock me, I'm stone-proof [01:51.846]Me grabbin' the mic is like [01:53.128]Superman running to a phone booth [01:55.405]Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard [01:57.393]In the heart of Newark, New Jersey [01:58.723]Make you say "Lord have mercy" [01:59.950]If you step up in my face then it's do or die [02:02.865]And I'm gonna make you cry (waaahhhhh!!) [02:05.891]Tic toc, this is how we rock [02:07.864]Throw your hands in the air [02:09.228]And do it for your block (um) [02:11.122]Tic toc, this is how we rock [02:13.098]Throw your hands in the air [02:14.431]And please don't stop (um) [02:16.318]Tic toc, this is how we rock [02:18.328]Throw your hands in the air [02:19.646]And represent your block (um) [02:21.567]Tic toc, this is how we rock [02:24.274](Tic toc, you don't stop...) [02:26.187]{DoItAll} Well, times have changed [02:27.704]Not only for the urban but also for suburban [02:30.081]We get props, we're deservin' [02:31.635]From black kids to white kids [02:32.788]I see them bob their heads [02:34.024]From the blond hair to redhead [02:35.484]I even seen a dread [02:36.762]So now it doesn't matter [02:37.983]As the clock winds down [02:39.218]With the tic and the toc [02:40.710]Because they love the sound [02:42.043]But people 'round your area say you sell out [02:44.329]Because you sell a million copies [02:45.795]And your tone goes BAAAAOOWW! [02:47.335]So do it for yourself, and do it for the 'hood [02:49.924]But do it from the heart [02:51.250]Cause that's when it's good [02:52.526]Now tell me what's gonna happen after the rappin' [02:54.924]When the clock ticks away [02:56.252]And ain't nothin' happenin'... [02:57.611]{Mr. Funke} I remember way back in the days [02:59.593]On my block [03:00.204]When the kids used to meet up in the hallway [03:02.231]And rock on Martin Luther King's boulevard [03:04.975]With P.C., wise, Easy Ed [03:06.793]And my brother hard Bernard [03:08.032]Used to hit the ill rhymes from the head [03:10.217]While I'd hit the beat on the wall [03:11.824]Until my hands turned red [03:13.209]You had the Shorty two MC's, the Educated Three [03:16.135]I got to give them props for helping me be me [03:18.412]Now I'm the one who's educated [03:20.110]I suffered but I made it [03:21.362]I only write rhymes that will be appreciated [03:23.937]No matter how large I get, the fire still burns [03:26.550]Cause from the 'hood I came [03:27.615]And to the 'hood I must return [03:29.615]Tic toc, this is how we rock [03:31.585]Throw your hands in the air [03:32.986]And do it for your block (um) [03:34.882]Tic toc, this is how we rock [03:36.890]Throw your hands in the air [03:38.203]And please don't stop (um) [03:40.115]Tic toc, this is how we rock [03:42.049]Throw your hands in the air [03:43.370]And represent your block (um) [03:45.310]Tic toc, this is how we rock [03:47.981](Tic toc, you don't stop...)