The Human Animal - Sheep lyrics

[Verse 1: The Human Animal] I'm pulp fiction, vulture kings pawns and pigeons The quickest in this sh** kicking a funky a** composition No competition, we measure dicks by the caliber Cannabis by the brick and enemies by their stamina We out of land but see the family well fed A weatherman running wit ammonia and lemonheads A known provoker, chain smoke clit stroker Lower city dope seller to the stock brokers Hold your breath I set fires in every city now State town heavily shelled we underground like Hell's elevators, sky scraping the rain black Metal jaguar, city syndicated rap Instrumental combat, we burn at full contact Direct action, a fraction ain't down but we gon' ration Oil and food hidden with weapons in stash houses A safe haven blacked out up in the mountains [Chorus: The Human Animal] The sheep are a**ets, but they need access Why you think they're paying Facebook them fat checks $580 for MySpace, they're enterprising FBI on my line and profiling [Verse 2: Bigg Higg] Some days I wonder what the weather's like underground Envision cities that I once knew with bombs all around Explosions in their offices and government buildings Notes left at the scene, condemning their k**ings Instilling fear in their eyes which they hide behind masks As the pigs attack the innocent with guns and gas Corporate windows smashed, molotovs torch cruisers We fin a turn the capital into a scene from Fallujah Pacifism spells privilege, I know what we're facing Rather be on the run than at home staying patient I can't f**ing take it, this five year holocaust Dreams of homemade bombs and aiming the sawed off Cause this war will be ended only when we choose to end it Peaceful protests are meaningless, let's stop pretending Break free from false conceptions, we'll do more good than harm Come together little weathermen, take up arms [Chorus: The Human Animal] The sheep are a**ets, but they need access Why you think they're paying Facebook them fat checks $580 for MySpace, they're enterprising FBI on my line and profiling [Verse 3: The Human Animal] I free the market and f** it just like a virgin Our brain dead but our bodies keep working A bed of dirt underground in nests Where mothers cry with their child duct taped to their chest Selling recipes, whatever you want I got Exotic animals and different types herbicidal crops I got yellow fever, diseased rodents, and plagues That I feed to wolves before I let them loose out the cage See I never hesitate or hold my tongue Or pay taxes to manufacture bombs and guns When in the long run, they gon' be used on me Already being watched by these CCTVs Hidden cameras in the lamppost watch the street Web cams in the bedroom to watch you sleep Satellites in the sky, third eye of the state Sophisticated search patterns and behavioral traits [Chorus: The Human Animal] The sheep are a**ets, but they need access Why you think they're paying Facebook them fat checks $580 for MySpace, they're enterprising FBI on my line and profiling