Tic Toc

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And do it for your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And please don't stop (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop...)

{DoItAll} Tic toc, this is how we rock

We're those same (um) brothers

Who brought you "Chief Rocka”

Now, um, underground's my style

To this I have vows, and I swear to my god

I'll always rock a crowd

So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.

Which is scarier, so if your on the deals

Who cares, the more the merrier

Now right off South Orange on the block of one-nine

Of course, thirteenth ave is my stomping grounds

I open up my chest and to my 'hood give my heart

Cause without the heart then your 'hood falls apart

So respect to the cement

The park called "the Corner"

Cause that's where the DoItAll do was performin'

Runnin' from the cops, I couldn't be stopped

Cuz I was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks

Now before makin' records, the 'hood was my savior

But now I'm making tunes

To make you jam wit 'cha neighbor

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And do it for your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And please don't stop (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And represent your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop...)

{Mr. Funke} Well, I be the funk-ular

Ultra-funk-ular

Gamma-funk-ular

Half you rappers out there

Couldn't see me with binoculars

Anyone who thinks he'll take me out

is just a dreamer. If you think you're the bomb

Then I'm Hiroshima. When I die,

I hope they're making records up in heaven

On a scale of one to ten, I'm like 100-5th-11

And sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones

But if you ever try to diss the Lords

Then it's on. I go on beat... off beat...

Then jump right back on time

I drop another rhyme and talk about

your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!)

M.C.'s cannot rock me, I'm stone-proof

Me grabbin' the mic is like

Superman running to a phone booth

Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard

In the heart of Newark, New Jersey

Make you say "Lord have mercy"

If you step up in my face then it's do or die

And I'm gonna make you cry (waaahhhhh!!)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And do it for your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And please don't stop (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And represent your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop...)

{DoItAll} Well, times have changed

Not only for the urban but also for suburban

We get props, we're deservin'

From black kids to white kids

I see them bob their heads

From the blond hair to redhead

I even seen a dread

So now it doesn't matter

As the clock winds down

With the tic and the toc

Because they love the sound

But people 'round your area say you sell out

Because you sell a million copies

And your tone goes BAAAAOOWW!

So do it for yourself, and do it for the 'hood

But do it from the heart

Cause that's when it's good

Now tell me what's gonna happen after the rappin'

When the clock ticks away

And ain't nothin' happenin'...

{Mr. Funke} I remember way back in the days

On my block

When the kids used to meet up in the hallway

And rock on Martin Luther King's boulevard

With P.C., wise, Easy Ed

And my brother hard Bernard

Used to hit the ill rhymes from the head

While I'd hit the beat on the wall

Until my hands turned red

You had the Shorty two MC's, the Educated Three

I got to give them props for helping me be me

Now I'm the one who's educated

I suffered but I made it

I only write rhymes that will be appreciated

No matter how large I get, the fire still burns

Cause from the 'hood I came

And to the 'hood I must return

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And do it for your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And please don't stop (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

Throw your hands in the air

And represent your block (um)

Tic toc, this is how we rock

(Tic toc, you don't stop...)