been plottin On my people for centuries, I know that eventually we'll be on top So what they fightin overseas? Hell, they fightin on my block! The black sheep
CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep
dream. My way is stretching into the abyss of eternity. I don't try to hold for this life, it's damned by me, and the spirit of Carpathians call my black
that most of y'all are followin' sheep Wallowin' deeper than the darkness, you're fallin' asleep You won't believe the things I've seen Far beyond your wildest dreams
a lump And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene Crispy and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed So you can save it for your next dream Black Sheep
Chorus Rap by Da Brat: Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin, Phat lucious lickable lips In a jet black b*tch, Stackin' ends, fulfillin' dreams
every waterhole 'Cause I must drink a big brown land to quench a thirsty soul From W.A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains Through cattle, sheep
like me Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff
Late at night I dream I'm falling in to love again Twenty five electric angels Are dancing in the rain Paradise with ice cream skies Shine lasers in
at your front boar You mustang gone in his big black carp when he gibbon you that new mink cape There's no depenguin on you that's for sure (sheep skate
dream You're dirty low and mean You're good enough to eat Sticky hot and sweet Need a shot of rhythm and lovin' You make a black sheep a ram This ain
Black sheep and a renegade Hot feet in the cool of the shade Street shuffle and a tough childhoods Examinations done no good Tall bars and a hot wired
last TIME) Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects Where the jackals sit and watch the PEDAGOGUES last flesh Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad Black
Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind
window in a hurricane A furnace exploding down in the cellar, by the jars My dream will come back to this house It's a kid who refuses to shut up A sheep
90 miles, endless of fears Loneliness and thousand tears, oh, no Baby I'll never let you go, oh, no no no I was the black sheep of my family A dreamer
(steve benson) Producer for bonnie: steve benson She was the black sheep of her family She was a rebel - loved living free She gave her loving - fast
I'm a dreamer far from reality. They see a loser, baby, when they look at me. I should conform to this society, But I say no thanks cause I'm gonna reach my dream