City Lights
[Intro: Mista Lawnge]
Yeah! Yeah!
One time for your mind, Black Sheep's gonna shine!
Black Sheep's gonna shine, one time for your mind!
Come on! Yeah, come on!
[Verse 1: Mista Lawnge]
Here comes a hundred watts of force
I shine and blind but don't feel remorse
I burn of course, nigga
I know you see so many lights but remember which
Yo, I’m the big nigga, the one with no dimmer switch
Others are real weak from the powers I use
That’s why your ass is in the dark when I blow a fuse
Open your eyes, surprise! You let us in
You want relief then go beef with Con Edison
“Bright light! Bright light!”, I know your eyes are filled with tears
Because Polygram paid my bill for years
When they drew up the contract in fact
Now I drop science like '3, 2, 1, contact!'
This is the real deal, never get the imitator
Cause when I black out my backup generator
Kicks in, then I win again
Cause I know your retina’s getting the glow from the light I send
I’m all around and you can’t hide from me, kid
Yo, I could burn a fucking hole through your eyelid
Sunshine couldn't get with the genuine
Nine point five watt Mista Lawnge powerline
[Chorus: Dres, (Mista Lawnge)] x2
Hitting new heights (Take it to the top)
Flashing with the brights (Cos the shit don’t stop)
With all of your might (For the cream of the crop)
Flood the city lights (And the sound: hip-hop)
[Verse 2: Dres]
Gleam in the eye con brighter than a peon
Flashing like an icon, shining like neon
Brightly blessed cause not every light shines
In these times I rhyme scams and utility crimes
So carry my torch, word up, pleasure like soft
I won’t kick your light but your ass is cut off
No need to conserve, Dres can radiate great
I illuminate plate after plate for the slate
So blow a fuse if you choose, the sure shot will riff
Shine like the sun cause, uh, I eclipse
Water, as to to my flow intensity:
I shine with sharp precision or I flood everyone next to me
Ecstacy, somewhat a complexity
In the city it started, just like a candle on your table
And now damn, I jam, I slam, I jumpstart cars without as much as a cable
No fable, I’m able, I’m willing, I’m chilling
So rate a greater imagine-ator in your ‘fridgerator
Give me a drag, high like twilight
In the buddha funk my rhymes are ultra-bright
So touch this, come on, I got my finger in the socket
I shock shit, it’s bugged, I’m plugged, I can rock it
Raw, no flaw, no surgeon semantics
The firearms laws in translucent schematics
Me and Mista on your transistor
So don’t resist the chance to pump your fist, I
Got a Legion of votes if you can’t act right
And Mista’s got my back like a track, right
[Chorus: Mista Lawnge, (Dres)] x2
Hitting new heights (Take it to the top)
Flashing with the brights (Cos the shit don’t stop)
With all of your might (For the cream of the crop)
Flood the city lights (And the sound: hip-hop)
[Verse 3: Mista Lawnge]
I’m like the sun to Dracula or light to Gizmo
I’m bad for your health somewhat like sampling to Biz, yo
Please redeem from causing a scene, my flash is mean
Yo, you’ll have to get a team and some Visine
‘You wear your sunglasses at night’
Cause the Sugar Dick Daddy shines bright right
You're gonna need a lot more votes to see me
The Lawnge one but you’re wrong, son, not even G.E
Could get with me you fucking nitwit
See, when it comes to compete the Sheep has got the monopoly
How many suckers does it take to unscrew me?
Review me then run and get your crew and try to do me
You see my ass is tight then you wonder why
Well, it’s impossible like unscrewing the sun from the fucking sky
Bing! I’ve got an idea, come over here
Sing all of my hits then step to the rear, nigga
[Chorus: Dres, (Mista Lawnge)] x2
Hitting new heights (Take it to the top)
Flashing with the brights (Cos the shit don’t stop)
With all of your might (For the cream of the crop)
Flood the city lights (And the sound: hip-hop)