Текст песни Black Sheep f Chi-Ali - Non-Fiction
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[Chi-Ali]Once againThe Black Sheep are coming back at chaAnd I am the fabulous ChiAnd we gonna do it, uhSome real freestyle stuffFor all the ladies and gentsSo check it out, y`allKick it[Dres]It`s time, time, time for the freakerTo kick it through your speakerFor the b-boys and jameekahsContrary to popular, Sheep won`t play the popAnd, uh, if it comes to we, we won`t tell it to stopCause see, that`s what we do and I know for sureThat I`m a razor sharp-witted black entrepreneurMe, y`all, nicer than your mother on your birthdayGetting mad attention like the planet does on Earth DayEr-hm, speaking of which, ain`t it a bitch of a lessonWhen they say you`ll miss your youthBecause I know you feel the stress whenChaos, chaos, chaos! is the headlineThat means we`re near our deadlineSo take your mind out of the fucking fed timeListen to the brother Dres, I says if only our records sold in BrazilStill, I sell all types of formatsA sound around that you heeded, when it`s completedYou can`t beat it, it`s what you needed: hip-hopHip-hop, it`s the cool type of sound that says the niggas won`t stopThe noise, cause sometimes can spawn so much confusionI wish my people had the heart to start a revolutionInstead of picking on lil` ol` wePut your mind where your nine`s at and shoot to be freeB, I`m like smooth soarer with the music out beyond meAnd 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 nationBut if she played me in the womb I give my mother complicationsThe nigga named Dres I raps like a gangsta bitch bandannaPeep the grammar, I appeal like banana puddingI couldn`t come if I couldn`t get it doneI might dine and dash, I don`t rhyme and runI make it better than mo`, my style is wetter than hoesThan blasting H2O in the Fifties on negroesStill, brothers of today are out to get it doneDon`t call us Bigger Thomas, we packs a bigger gunThe updated version of the Glamorous LifeSees me, the Nineties negro that`s got a black wifeBelieve me, clenching on a bag and acting cheesy?Me settle with Edith, I`d rather chill with WeezyCheck it, I wreck it like a drunk driving winoOn a barbecue I`m getting crazy light like an albinoSo follow the ceiling to the floor of the ApolloNow swallow, with Franklins I`m catching lightning in a bottleA phenomenon, whenever bombing I`m causing hysteriaI pick up the mic like the stage was the baggage claim areaTicket, I kick it wickedly, I be Tiki tockingClocking, ripping all around your blockYou`re jocking the brother named TikiBetter be known I freak it every time I speakOn CD, vinyls, cassettes and, um, that`s the techniqueI use, choose your choice and check itI rips it on record, I wreck it when I rip itThe Sheep will resurrect it for all neglectedWe had to intervene, Black Sheep back on the scene[Chorus][Dres]I, I gotta work, y`all, gotta work real damn hardCatch wreck and bust my ass so you won`t pull my cardStill so many try, I have to wonder why theyPlay with two fly brothers that they can`t slayI`m eager, anxious and I`m hungry to rip dubs like shrubsStressing every scrub in clubs across the countryDres, I handle trauma like the plates in the vestDrop a rhyme like a load shoots across a hooker`s chestBest believe I be no stranger to staticWord to Reby, my centipede be automaticSo don`t do it cause, baby, hamburger won`t help yaIf Dres gets ghetto-life like wool blankets found in a shelterWhere niggas hairy like Chuck Norris, I gargle with LavorisMake it clear on the chorus like I was Edgar Morris