BLACK SHEEP - Freak Y'all lyrics

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(feat. Chi-Ali)

[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