(feat. Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black)



[Sadat X, Diamond, Shawn Black talking]

Check it, check it, check it the new reign

Yeah, Wild Cowboys, 1-2-1-2 yeah

Diamond D, D-I-T-C, the Crates

Brand Nubian still up in here, no question

I'm Shawn Black, so stop asking me questions



[Verse 1]

This solo thing I'm doin' here is real to me

The most serious thing in my life, I can say up to this point

My reputation is at stake, this where the men are mad

Separate me from the sons put me with the big guns

My energy now radiates from leads, grow trees

I'm every time like crime on frustrated black men

Hey you and ya buddy, y'all both need to study

That my past records shows my pros is untraceable

Flows will lace that ass, full fold in and

I'm nice now, five years ago way back in the beginning

When I was runnin' in back yards

While people was playin' cards

And eatin' barbecue, I'm one of the only few

Sayin' take that pork off ya motherfuckin' fork

Then they would front and cut out the mic

And I'd be out on my bike

Now Lil' Mo was there, Marvin Spark was there

This is in the eighties now, the start of my long career



[Hook]

Move on, black man, move on

Move on, black man, move on

New year, same game, same shit goes on

New year, same game, same shit goes on



[Verse 2]

We was young cats playin' Latin quarters

We was playin' roof top, yeah don't stop

And I was there at Union Square when KRS-One did his thing

So y'all know what I'm bringin' to this ball game

I got stacks of rhymes and papers and notes

Lil' phrases written and my catchiest quotes

I free them Hatians off them boats and give em' the finest ocean liners

I hate brothers that's walkin' but mentally in recliners

Hey who's that behind with the plastic and them scanners

In the year 2000 will ya be on ya manners

In concentration camps, wet floors and cold

And population control keeps ya welfare comin'

No more big fams, Uncle Sam damns

And this MC Big Brother want the platinum

At your expense, niggas ain't been heard from since

I walk light and carry the big stick

Give out my views to blacks and Jews and whoever choose to get hit

With my shit I'm like the snowball effect

And y'all should all stand erect when I pass

Corporal with the ranch groove style, leadin' profile

First leave the whole crowd thirsty and wet

Wild Cowboys leadin' New York and that's my set

I'm down with Lil' L and my man Akinyele

I love her but I can't stand her mother

Me and her brother ain't had the blessings to lead

Kind of hard that I'm the G-O-D



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Yeah my rent is due and the phone bill too

Long distance is dead, got to see ConAir

All of these bills is risin' in my head

But wait I got the child support

Got the car note as the after thought

Got the school loan then after college that was blown

Did I forget with my car a lot of tickets I owe

Now niggas hate, my youth it constantly grows

Always need clothes, hey that's how it goes

Word, and my wife, I gotta keep my home life in tact

Some of her friends try to end me then try to act friendly

That's that bullshit, yo now that's that bullshit

Now my crew all money and I'm tellin' em' to hang on

I'm tryin' to hang but sometimes that don't be workin'

Nigas talkin' about gettin' a package and goin' down South and murkin'

In Carolinas or to VA with the stash spot

Tryin' to hit the jackpot, tryin' to hit the jackpot



[Sadat X, Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black ad-libs]