Let It All Hang Out

[Produced by Pete Rock] [Pete Rock] Ahhh.. yeahh.. Chillin with, A.D.O.R., c'mon [A.D.O.R.] Me and Pete Rock [P. Rock] Uh-huh [A.D.O.R.] Kick the fat tracks [P. Rock] Yeahh! [A.D.O.R.] C'mon [P. Rock] C'mon [Verse One: A.D.O.R.] Pumpin out fuel, for all to use yo We're gettin buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin groove Steppin up to bumrush the stage Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage The mic is the teacher, to get you out the cage From the get-go, the critics ranted and raved Cause Hip-Hop was too strong The road to the riches we began to pave Where the body, the mind, the soul become one Intertwined with PEACE and hostility none Is the message loud and clear, for all to hear And may the crowds cheer (UHH) which is a season of the year The flow, a-to a rugged kind of tempo And what this all means it's time to let yourself go (GO) It's time to get you on to this ninety-delic tip I'm not a hippie but yo B I'm hip A ninety-delic definition means no more self doubt (yeah) Future on point yo my brother's gonna work it out The pressure gets hot a state of mind is in with clout Flip off the vibes c'mon and let it all hang out [Hook: Pete Rock scratches and talks] + (A.D.O.R.) Let it all hang out (uhh, cause we got what ya like) Hang it out.. let it all hang out (cause we got what ya like) Hang it out.. (let it all hang out) yeah, c'mon, hang it out Let it all hang out, hang it out [Verse Two: A.D.O.R.] C'mon, feel the vibe from the rhythm as I break the devil's ties A feeling of good times, musical highs (yeah) Rhythm, harmony, soul skills and that put together For the master plan is surely to attract (UH) The people it take, the speakers to quake, the points to make The A.D.O.R. posesses what it takes To make it feel good, the way it should Give me the mic and Pete Rock and you know I could Stand up get'cha all, UHH, all night long (yeah) It feels too right, too strong to be wrong Let's turn it up, full blast, and make it last Yo I'm thinkin bout the future, {*fuck*} the past With the beat that's pumpin (uhh) To get the people jumpin but sayin somethin Do you know what, I'm talkin about When I tell you to express yourself (yes sir) And let it all hang out [Hook] + and - some ad libs [A.D.O.R.] Pete Rock, give it to 'em {*Pete scratches and mutters incomprehensibly*} [Verse Three: A.D.O.R.] So clap your hands, hip-hop fans For Another Definition Of the Rhythm is what you demand (yeah) Pump your fists and yell go, go For what A.D.O.R. posesses is a feeling from seasoned soul For all to feel, cause our feeling is real Some new jacks don't know the deal If you can shake it (shake it), and not fake it (fake it) C'mon rise you're gonna make make make it To the top of the pile, get hyped fly child (yeah) While this record's spinnin, I'm settin the pace Feel the bass cause the verdict is in (uh-huh) E.M.'s on the case, to get you all, uhh With the beat that's raw And {?}'ll give it to you, uhh of course I don't drink the Stout, but I get wide open (yeah) When I shout, when I shout ah-let it all hang out [Hook] + and - some ad libs [A.D.O.R. - speaking over Hook] Cause we got whatcha like Ah-let it all hang out, cause we got whatcha like [Hook] - repeat above to fade