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 Sugar D I C D A D I E
 That's just a title, explaining who I be
 Mista L A W N G E
 I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee
 Now that I've spelled it out
 And you like the way it sounds
 I'm dissing rap music
 and rap music on the grounds
 You say I'm full of sheep
 And for that I give a pound
 The Sugar Dick Daddy
 Mista Lawnge to break it down
 Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat
 And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge
 You can call me sweet meat
 I wear protection, you won't catch claps here
 Come over later, but first go get a pap smear
 Nine point five okay dear?
 And don't forget clean underwear
 Cause I don't want the funk to flow
 After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go
 'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho'
 Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder
 And dig deep into the subject matter
 You know what?
 You know what?
 I'm sick and tired of rappers not real
 And suckers makin' it with a pop feel
 Labels signin acts with nuff bills
 Tax write off, cause you have no skills
 You go make a demo
 get a deal and start to sprout
 Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out
 You get a Benz and trash the Nova
 Double platinum, and start crossin over
 Then you get fall, I won't give examples
 HINT HINT, they use the same old samples
 But not the Sheep
 for we are sleek and unique
 Top of the peek and others are weak
 Follow the words that I speak
 The situation is bleak
 But this is the fly shit that you seek
 When the style is dope
 Mista Lawnge'sa particapator
 If you wanna battle, later
 Cause Black Sheep are certified greater than...
 But, I said later man
 'I can dig it'
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 I turn on the radio
 Be a prime time to a late night rap show
 Here, the same old, same old
 And that's on your, new single
 Your product, is a product, of no productivity
 Can ya, see G?
 You kick a wack style
 And claim to have brains
 Take the funky drummer and give him back to James
 I'm dope, I'm dope
 Heh, I can't cope
 Keep your cordless, cause you bore this
 You say you're sure, yeah
 but I'm the surest
 That, Black Sheep are unique
 Funk clever brothers that will
 make the church girl freak
 Out, without a doubt
 You have no wins in a '91 bout
 So shout, pout,do what you want
 But you're out the picture
 And I'ma get you sucka
 Cause youse a dumb mothafucka
 Better off as a tractor trail trucker
 But movin right along to the Woodstock
 Stop, remember when the band was on rock
 Negro music, heh, seperated
 It blew up and became rap
 and you hated it
 That's of course till you see
 A motherfucker that, could be in your family
 Drop lyrics then you hear it
 With glee, then only thing it tells me
 Is that you know a good thing
 when you see it.
 You run to get a ten
 Cause you cannot be it
 So, off the top off my head
 I guess I keep it rollin
 Till aaaaaaah... the rap gets stolen
 Like so many other things called theft
 And when it's gone what will be left
 YOU sucker, dumb fucker don't turn blue
 You know what?
 Talkin' to you
 You know what?
 Chump
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