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[Chi-Ali]
Once again The Black Sheep are coming back at cha And I am the fabulous Chi And we gonna do it, uh Some real freestyle stuff For all the ladies and gents So check it out, y`all Kick it [Dres] It`s time, time, time for the freaker To kick it through your speaker For the b-boys and jameekahs Contrary to popular, Sheep won`t play the pop And, uh, if it comes to we, we won`t tell it to stop Cause see, that`s what we do and I know for sure That I`m a razor sharp-witted black entrepreneur Me, y`all, nicer than your mother on your birthday Getting mad attention like the planet does on Earth Day Er-hm, speaking of which, ain`t it a bitch of a lesson When they say you`ll miss your youth Because I know you feel the stress when Chaos, chaos, chaos! is the headline That means we`re near our deadline So take your mind out of the fucking fed time Listen to the brother Dres, I says if only our records sold in Brazil Still, I sell all types of formats A sound around that you heeded, when it`s completed You can`t beat it, it`s what you needed: hip-hop Hip-hop, it`s the cool type of sound that says the niggas won`t stop The noise, cause sometimes can spawn so much confusion I wish my people had the heart to start a revolution Instead of picking on lil` ol` we Put your mind where your nine`s at and shoot to be free B, I`m like smooth soarer with the music out beyond me And make moves with more strategal than the army [Chorus: Dres (Chi-Ali)] (Freak freak, y`all, and it don`t stop) It`s Black Sheep on the street with sure shots (Freak freak, y`all, and it don`t quit) We make moves to the grooves with smooth shit (Freak freak, y`all, said it don`t stop) It`s Black Sheep on the street with sure shots (Freak freak, y`all, yo it`s def sounds) Black Sheep blowing up like a hooker laying down [Dres] I`m all about peace, peace, peace in this nation But if she played me in the womb I give my mother complications The nigga named Dres I raps like a gangsta bitch bandanna Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding I couldn`t come if I couldn`t get it done I might dine and dash, I don`t rhyme and run I make it better than mo`, my style is wetter than hoes Than blasting H2O in the Fifties on negroes Still, brothers of today are out to get it done Don`t call us Bigger Thomas, we packs a bigger gun The updated version of the Glamorous Life Sees me, the Nineties negro that`s got a black wife Believe me, clenching on a bag and acting cheesy? Me settle with Edith, I`d rather chill with Weezy Check it, I wreck it like a drunk driving wino On a barbecue I`m getting crazy light like an albino So follow the ceiling to the floor of the Apollo Now swallow, with Franklins I`m catching lightning in a bottle A phenomenon, whenever bombing I`m causing hysteria I pick up the mic like the stage was the baggage claim area Ticket, I kick it wickedly, I be Tiki tocking Clocking, ripping all around your block You`re jocking the brother named Tiki Better be known I freak it every time I speak On CD, vinyls, cassettes and, um, that`s the technique I use, choose your choice and check it I rips it on record, I wreck it when I rip it The Sheep will resurrect it for all neglected We had to intervene, Black Sheep back on the scene [Chorus] [Dres] I, I gotta work, y`all, gotta work real damn hard Catch wreck and bust my ass so you won`t pull my card Still so many try, I have to wonder why they Play with two fly brothers that they can`t slay I`m eager, anxious and I`m hungry to rip dubs like shrubs Stressing every scrub in clubs across the country Dres, I handle trauma like the plates in the vest Drop a rhyme like a load shoots across a hooker`s chest Best believe I be no stranger to static Word to Reby, my centipede be automatic So don`t do it cause, baby, hamburger won`t help ya If Dres gets ghetto-life like wool blankets found in a shelter Where niggas hairy like Chuck Norris, I gargle with Lavoris Make it clear on the chorus like I was Edgar Morris Yeah, I stomp for reason not for feeling Cause one man`s flaws is another man`s ceiling Now when I was a child I did things as a child But now that I`m a man I bust your ass and get wild My style from jump, nowhere near fear Yeah, y`all talked this to that, I held my head and persevered Cause now the live wire empire expands With grands of fans, Black Sheep by popular demand So throw your hands in the air and let `em free fall And just freak freak, y`all [Chi-Ali] Freak freak, y`all
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