The Human Animal - Sheep [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Human Animal]
I’m pulp fiction, vulture kings pawns and pigeons
The quickest in this shit kicking a funky ass 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 assets, 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 killings
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 fucking 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 assets, 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 fuck 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 assets, 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