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Albums:

Southern Journey, Vol. 6: Sheep, Sheep Don'tcha Know the Road (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Black Sheep Boy Appendix [EP] (Okkervil River) · Black Sheep Boy (Okkervil River) · Black Sheep (Nat & Alex Wolff) · Black Sheep Boy [Bonus Disc] (Okkervil River) · Black Sheep Boy: An Introduction To Tim Hardin (Tim Hardin) · Black Sheep Boy [Definitive Edition] (Okkervil River) · Black Sheep (Martin Sexton) · Black Sheep/Hammer (Jan Hammer) · One Black Sheep (Mat Kearney) – and 90 other albums »


from black sheep? 
What are you doing here? who
Are you here with?
Dres: I'm with my man pos, you know pos
Shorty: oh yeah, positive k, I like him
"Lies everywhere"
Said the Father to the son
You're peppermint breath
Gonna choke him to death
Daddy, watch your little black sheep run
He's got
the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine 
Girls

Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
[Hook: Black Sheep (Emage)]
We like blowing up the spot
(Summa the time)
We're known for fronting, not
(Summa the time)
We give our shows all we
black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key
the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two
Zitrone“,
Es ist Shindy Cool, Sonny Black, Baba Haft,
Jeder scheiß Kanacke mit 'nem Benz macht auf Arafat,
Mein Hype übertrieben, diesen Heißblüter lieben
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love
the mirror being followed by the hogs 
One time's on my motherfuckin' line 
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me 
They must thind I'm
the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two
as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber
So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber
Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard
So
like is this shit that my peoples' on
Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga Lawnge
Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion
Yeah, you
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
Jacktown.... 



1st Verse 

(J Da Groova) 



(If I want to free?) my mind 

I feel pain and stress 

accompanied by fear of falling  and war 

Gotta
Who's the black sheep, what's the black sheep
Not knowin' who I am it's DLB rippin deep
I wasn't in your realm but I'm in your sphere
You still
to beat
Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I ive
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal
'em right next to
Mister David Duke, triple K white Aryan
Who tells you pops told him that you were the lesser man
Because of drugs that were put
make sure your casket is shut
The black sheep of the bunch turning the weak into lunch
Yo I'm hungry for your flesh like I ain't eaten in months
Out
Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris 
Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses 
Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate 
John