OddSheep - Black Sheep Lyrics

Now i'm lyrically sickly in your city
Switch blade on my arm, trigger finger itchy
One dash and a slash smokin on the anthrax
No racks call that ninja nick naks

Always downloading it pays to be knowing
Dark web flowing, Tor links, onion crypts showing
Coin price on my ice, at the flick of the wrist
Just twist always stuck thinking bout my profits

I'm the necro mage you see rockin up stage
Markets on gain so I copped a lil chain
No girls in the back when we pop black fat gats
Click clack, all your ninjas fallin like the nasdaq

Always been a black sheep, never in the back seat
Eyes on my spreadsheet, all insider; cheat cheat
Talk is cheap, greet you with deceit
I'm the meek geek, with the bird beak, better heed my speech

Stuck on this faraway damned island prison
F*ck all the lame mugs that say we lack wisdom
Suck on this d, stay away from the piston
Bullets fly so high - you think its shame that we missed em

But we are not fond of doing all that stupid shit
Minds wandering beyond distant worlds, the fuse is lit
Minds pondering about all the things that we may need
It gets boring, when its sombre buckle up and take a hit

Ostracized, I thought for good, Demonized before I could
Analyze my narrow state of mind, Become them vultures' food
Perpetuated by the mood, Inebriate, misunderstood
Actions of a boy who only ever acted out of common good

Fractions of them toys, they were Lego, now they wood
Back when father mold like dough sculpted my self out of soot
Always been a black sheep, never understood
Why the f*ck did ya'll idolise me as an evil root

Psyched for myself, I hear the thunder
Piked on the shelf, elf, no more fear of this wonder
I'll decide my fate in hell!
Leader, lord, nor commander
Just a f*cking loose-screw boy with a head full of banter

Always been a black sheep, never in the back seat
Eyes on my spreadsheet, all insider; cheat cheat
Talk is cheap, greet you with deceit
He the meek geek, with the bird beak, better heed he speech

Hand on my gat, and my finger in the scriptures
Discontent on my face when you look in the pictures
Sagan smarts and universal counterparts
No afterlife no one left the graveyards

Smoke in my lungs and tar on my tongue
Always in the night never really see the sun
Young villain of lethal precision with scissor excisions
Performed in the kitchen

Lethal dose on the coast we take it threefold
Behold the stronghold of the disposed
Awkward shaped puzzle piece always in the streets
Creep sheep peeps bleed with screams in my sheets

Always been a black sheep, never in the back seat
Eyes on my spreadsheet, all insider; cheat cheat
Talk is cheap, greet you with deceit
I'm the meek geek, with the bird beak, better heed my speech