To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern -Black Sheep

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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

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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 sh*t that you seek

When the style is d**e

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 d**e I'm d**e

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 '91bout

So shout pout do what you want

But you're out the picture

And I'ma get you sucka

Cause youse a dumb mothaf**ka

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 motherf**ker 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 f**ker don't turn blue

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Talkin'to you

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Chump

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