Dres [Black Sheep]

Erbally its dinner time..me and
Mine dine exquisite...Ice like a blizzard.. rockin crocks and
Lizards..me and Poof in the Ac..North Kack be where we're
At..droppin
Hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacks..matter fact
We got it sewn..lock, stock, and barrel...bout to hit you soon - keep

Your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it
..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
Spot..We
Keep it hot like July ...you can't deny that we fly...see
We play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees
In the
West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Mercy...With fourty thieves, I be chillin..keep the Champagne
Spillin..theres no need for illin..representin all my children...as the
World turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and
Me...The best pound for pound

[Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait]

It's the incredible sound...that shakes the ground..city..states and
Towns..holding it down..for our crown...headed legacy bound....so
What's
Your name.. T- Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking
These crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could
Refuse the
Flave the way we shape it like clay....without a loss..we
Set it off without F. Gary Gray....For all my peeps in this
Piece....From F.J.'s to Black Sheep...School Boy and Big Lord we
Keep
Attacking them beats....From the streets of
Q.C....Internationally....collectin cheese...fillin seats to
Capacity...you know the
Type..we're first in flight ta keep if fly with a mic....F. J.'s that
Hype to keep you tight all night..Damn Right

[Vs. 3: DRES]

Yo..I be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous souls...got
This style more sweet than Dr. J's fingerolls..who it
Be..me..slammin from the top of the key.. Black Pearl - I.Q. - T
Straite
- and Fat Daddy..Now watch us achieve and sieze the
Moment with the greatest of ease..with expertise on the air...it be
The
Draft of coolbreeze...with cheddar cheesey vo-cals...gotcha
Actin so-cial ..from North Kak to Cali..to New York City
Lo-cales....bout ta..cut the gristle...who's sharper than a
Whistle...who's
Sound get's around like a pawn shop pistol...freely I flow...see me
And
Mine ...G. E....TP....AI....D ..you cant mess with the...cheeba
Choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the one....with my pants
Kinda
Saggin cause my pockets weigh a ton...cheat on my wife
With a mic...so complex our romance...that I be known to get a
Dance out
Of a B-Boy stance

Yo, it's the urban driving the Suburban
Getting every word in as I'm swerving
I've got you feeling nice as urban bourbon
Demonstrating, it's the titillating poet illustrating
My bad, I know I had you waiting, shit I had to straighten
Who you? I be D-R. From where? Out of Queens
Attributes? Been smacking niggas right the fuck out their jeans
Born with a price on my head, plus a warrant from the feds
Had to get the fuck up, the hospital needed the bed
No slides and swings, I saw the rides and rings
Cross my heart and hope to die, I'm gonna get the finer things
Cause I'm living just to strive without any feeling
As I wait here for my Maker with a nine and mo'
Ask someone about the time while I be puffing on a dime
Thinking who will lead the blind, man, I just don't know
Who will be at the top, it's like the bottom done dropped
Grand Groove, Grand Groove

Yo, I don't remember the date as I was just an adolescent
I played with animals growing up on a fertile crescent
And I be the eldest of the king of the land
Now understand my father's the original son of man
And I know each that be and everybody knows me
I live diseased, in poverty plus I'm still living free
Said I can read (plus) write (got) bitches beyond sight
But my main aim to architect my peoples' delight
Till the return of men, my father said we're off then
I think they killed him, see, I never saw him again
As I was took with other men and women on a course
Against our will to a land I put more work than a horse
Of course called slave, beat my tongue into a grave
And gave me all I got, and that's my culture to save
>From ourselves, though the seed was planted by Ebenezer
If I die rest my body in the tombs of Giza, it's true kings

[Chorus x2]
Get pleasure from people and not things
Love to live life and the life love brings
Move the whole mass with strength not fear
Men amongst men, you could never compare

To be a king hallowed, followed till I walk like a stork
I sweep the floor of the poor, see life is more than a chore
Got to watch my own back, you see it's all that I got
To be king without assurance but the nerve to get shot
You see to be but not to be, that is the danger in anger
We see and don't agree but treat our own like a stranger
Now a king can bring an end to this brutal attack
Say you don't have to agree but, yo, I got to be black
To be black it's like a labyrinth plus it's deep as a well
But to be king is to rise when people knew they could fail
I try my best to break the tape and be the one you get with
When I'm going I flow with the fluidness of liquid
Still adversity tries to bring out the worst in me
As we first to die live amongst the worst conceit
Some would do otherwise, said it simple as I can be
A wise man, king in the words of I Am, true kings

[Chorus]

Nowadays I pull deep and hear the crackling of the fire
On my phil', indeed by the first seed shot my thoughts build
Like the depths of my mind could run a ballpoint dry
Light flashes before the lashes of my inner mind's eye, to die
Or live remanded, how they got us branded with they jokes
They said Leval was the giggler [???]
I hope the light mist them like the sun miss tonight
All my mans is gone for long ass stretches of sight
It ain't right or what we found, just Chinatown
Yo, we supposed to own it, sometimes I speak upon it
To say we should have known it, specially since we're on weight
I sit with Lord Cee, Ol' Felon and Shorty Black
Twice as far ahead after we all look back
Feeling strong, I been looking at this world go wrong
All along, only now I could have written this song
So feel the shrill in my tone, I'll rock your ass to the bone
But step up, black man, gotta step up, black man
You gotta step up, black man, please step up, black man
Yo, please step up, black man, it's time to step up, black man
Step up, black man and take your place on the throne as true kings

[Chorus]

Check it now, this be like a calling
Not just to myself, and every black man
But especially to myself and every black man
Talking over here, talking over there, everywhere