[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
