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 that brought you "Chief Rock" 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 TWO was performing Runnin' from the cops I couldn't be stopped 'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks Now before making 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. FUNKYMAN 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 dis 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 tour 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. FUNKYMAN ..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 M.C.'S, THE EDUCATED THREE, I have 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...)