Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over   Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little   Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please?   Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what   Yeah, and it goes a little something like      The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going   Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing   For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets   Black Sheep, bow your heads 'cause we're about to break beats      City lights shining with the ill timing   My glare everywhere, don't stare 'cause my shit's blinding   I think, I think niggas best not blink   'Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink      With a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego   Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo   Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it   Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it      From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder   Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, what's the matter?"   As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger   With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger      I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true   My style's old skool like the new school review   I gets biz, on and on for days   And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens      Nah, fuck that Queens, I ain't hushing   I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing   A member me, getting busy with GMC   Back when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E      Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B   Backtrack a bit before the baby, beat me   Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip   And we was getting life's desires from a strip      Hand to handler and the gambler   Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler   You too, a mafucking lyric in a song   Helping that Philly Blunt shit catch on      Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ   Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me   Yo, wild pass the shit to skip, skip roll another   The brother light's about to flip      It's Buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:   Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean   My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese   Popo ­ peace born to KE and all my peoples that be      But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family   We wrote the scripts and the times were fit   Original New York, New Jack City type shit   Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black   Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this      Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail   Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail      Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail   Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale      Back in the days of bullshit when I was a small guy   Taking the train home as I roamed but still I   Never had a clue of what I was going to do   To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too      Make the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump   And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene   Crispy and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed   So you can save it for your next dream      Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme   We got you coming back for more like a crack fiend   But now I stick with nothing but my own clique   I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my dick      It's my prerogative, sucker   Now you can tell your father that I'm the motherfucker   On the TV, no, you can't see me   'Cause I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry   Niggas that be getting on my nerves      Trying to find the fucking beats that we preserve   See, I've been digging in the crates for a minute   Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it   Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it      I didn't have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying it   I had to take what I could get and be happy with   Not only records but clothes and food and shit   Niggas trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on      Niggas trying to get over   That's why I stay refined and never think about the other kind   Fake niggas trying to get mine   I had to hold my head despite what was being said      I used to wish that I had some lead   That I could buck off but then I got my luck off   Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off      Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail   Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail      Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail   Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over   Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale