Freak Y'all Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

Once again the Black Sheep are coming back at cha 

And I am the fabulous Chi and we gonna do it 

Some real freestyle stuff for all the ladies and gents 

So check it out, y'all, kick it 

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 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 

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, s 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 

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 

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 Franklin, 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 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 

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 

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 

Freak freak, y'all