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 isbleak
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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