Artist: Black Sheep
Album: Similak Child 12"
Song: Still in the Ghetto

I guess I gotta give 'em
Headaches over headbanging beat breaks
Lyrics know the moment cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any
One of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya with something we seen in 'Street Fighter II'
Big D is like E. Honda, bite like Blancka
Or flip Ms. Chun Li, best be easy, baby
You'll get the fair fist from the Figaro niggero
Sopranos get dismantled, too hot to handle, I am
Brrr! Feel the Hawk when I talk
Then non-speaking half-Puerto Rican brother from New York
Boy I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure n***a I'll smoke ya
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
I jump up on the mic to prove I give less than a fuck
Peep it, I freak it then sneak it across the border
Not troublemakers and we're not taking your order
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change, now I feel fucking naive
Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot sure shots
Putting technically emphatically people in plots
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
(Hook)
Put me in a house on the hill (still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled (still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill (still in the ghetto)

Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw 'Fritz the Cat' when it was in the fucking movies
Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
One of five when the boulevard live
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard
Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers
When all we really got is one another
A brother could feed me but if it needs me
If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discover
Say what I know, see what I saw
Do what I did so, kid, I'm sliding through the door
To kick it with the shorty wit his eye on the tech
Kick it with the chick with the wick on the check
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
Kid, I get loose like a ferret
Why front? I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
Le bourgeoisie negro, kid, I'm crazy ghetto
Yeah, yo, tiptoe through your road wit amigos
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
Pull it off the cuff while we're wearing short sleeves
Get it, got it, good
Put it in your stereo and blast it in your hood
(Hook)

Now if it's checkers, chess, or soul survivor
I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver
But how's your hand-o in the ghetto?
Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go
Yo, you can't trust even if you're tight
Cause they hug with the left, stab you with the right
Love ya Astoria and Bland by Corona
I'm still the same, I still got game like Barcelona
Don't think I forgot where I've been when you see me in a crowd
Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud
And as for those that never liked me
You can go to hell and sight see

The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
I'm rollin through your region with the Legion, reason
Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season
Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and
Don't think I won't represent man
Take a brother out and where he was is in him
Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim
Make your mom's momma or make your kids do the jerk
Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk
On the ground I can do, in the sand I can do 'em
Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon
Hold back, wild black, I never turn blue
I'm chilling with Candy Innocent, we're both bound to
Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it
So on the real, don't sweat, where's my bed's at
No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at
(Hook)