The choice is yours now 'cause this is what we doing You can get with this 'cause this for us is life But if you get with this understand this is Christ
Oversættelse: Black Sheep. Valget er dit.
Oversættelse: Black Sheep. Valget er dit (Rm).
retarded uncles, in parties were they rest Guess, which way, what, when, how Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers Then of course, the choice is yours
uncles, in parties were they rest Guess, which way, what, when, how Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers Then of course, the choice is yours
the epitome, Doo-Dah-Dipity. So now I dwell Just to say your plainar Hold your cup cause I got the container. Pass a plader, Cross the fader. Black Sheep
still a toy, the cops is still a boy they tryin to get me to vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice well maybe and maybe not niggas
That was crazed, when your heart spit up, dip dup damn Yo I lost it but back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your
state is in gas If I wanted to dis you I'd play your shit and laugh Huh, first mistake, choice when we gave it Now put your plea on a deposit slip and
your choice and check it I rips it on record, I wreck it when I rip it, the Sheep will resurrect it For all neglected, we had to intervene, Black Sheep
on your chin Now here it's kind rough so kids stay on your toes If my balls or on your chin then pubic hair is up your nose If pubic hair is up your
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 don't
suprise me By using your shrivelled brain to please explain How the clever country just went down the drain We rode the sheep's back now the sheep ride
're looking like me You're violence is your enemy You cannot stand this pressure You feel the tension now You feel the tension now So liberate youre fucking
terms, Reject the system dictating the norms From dehumanization to arms production, To hasten this nation towards its destruction, It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice
I saw my tear on your cheek The look in your eye that says you're all out of hope All the rain in the sky won't wash them black sheep It should be no
tails up define your purpose SLAVE til you bleed and you are raw to the bone GRIND head down tails up define your status SLAVE til your wallet is full and your soul is
when your heart spit up, dip dup damn Yo I lost it but -- -- back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your homeboys