Freak Y'All

[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