Sangtekst: Sweeet Tee. It's Tee Time. On The Smooth Tip.

Testin my mic, one-two, one-two
I'm here to entertain, yes, this means you
Don't need no help, all by myself
I proceed cos you need to enjoy yourself
Try to compare? oh, don't you dare
Cos I'm sweeter than the cream in a french eclair
Smoother than the ice in a skatin rink
Have I forgotten anything? hm, let me think
Oh yes, I take a pen, draw you all in line
You'll find that I'm a lyrical mastermind
The more you scream, the more I strive
So get live and put your body in overdrive
Let's check the situation from a serious tip
Wanna hear somethin wack? well, this ain't it
Cos the beat is def and now you're told
So prepare to work out a little rock and roll
Lace them shoes, tighten up that belt
And beware cos it's somethin that you never felt
Cos it's ruffer than ruff, hipper than hip
Don't be a drip, let it rip
But on the smooth tip

Toes are tappin, hands are clappin
My deejay's on the cuts and Sweet Tee's rappin
Rockin the spot cos the jam is hot
You think i'm through? hm, not by a long shot
I'm not a doctor, but I'm on call
I'm not the police, so get off the wall
In a club on stage to make you move
A mic and a beat are the tools I use
Yeah, I been crowned the gift of wax
Sweet Tee's in the house, so just relax
Give your hips a ride, give your feet some slide
And do what you feel inside, you know
It's easy to do if the beat is hip
Dancin and swingin, if the needle don't skip
Straight to the dancefloor, run, don't walk
Move to the groove, let your body talk
To me cos I happen to know what you like
So when I pick up a pen I know what to write
To hype the jam, so the jam'll hit
So rock with Sweet Tee on the smooth tip

Move that stuff, put your body in cruise
Take it easy and slow, but make it smooth
Gather around and get on down
Ain't nothin like hangin when you got some sounds
To this career I been ordained
Doin things a anthropolgist can't explain
Try if you will, I leave em stand still
Rap better than me, that noise please kill
Solve any crime like the great Dick Tracy
Make more jazz than the late Count Basie
Rhythmic sounds flow like Lake Eerie
Alterin any scientifical theory
Another like me well, I - never
You know why? cos I'm too damn clever
I'm the rap soloist that you can't resist
Bust that, party people, then again, bust this
It's time for my rhyme to reach the end of the line
I hope you all had a groovy time
Without further ado I'ma take my trip
But remember Sweet Tee, y'all, on the smooth tip