They're just following orders, like sheep following a shepherd

But we're all in danger of being sheep

Blindly following the herd, never questioning authority

It was the great American poet, Wendell Berry

Who said it best when He was describing

The perils of bowing at the altar of conformity

Your mind will be punched in a card, and put away in a little drawer

And when they want you to buy something, they will call you

And when they want you to die for profit, they will let you know

Sometimes, each day, do something that won't compute

Don't be a sheep

Think for yourselves

Find the inner courage to act

Don't be a sheep

Don't be a sheep

Don't be a sheep

Don't be a sheep (you will now, action)

I blast y'all, then I blast off with a jetpack made from Lysol canisters

I'm airborne like S.A.R.S., and I wanna infect you

With all of the things I do, you better roll for the zoo

Getting mauled by lions, tigers, and bears

I'm out there, and you're unprepared

For my flying bus, all made from recycled cans

Glued to my wristbands, you understand?

I'm not playing, man

Flow is deadpan

Eventually, they all ran

Out of sight, get chopped touching the mic

Kicked in the gut

For not talking right I'm impolite

I have an appetite for beetles, slugs, and mice

Whoever's credible is edible

I profess I stand tall at 5'8", with words like paintballs

And stain your brain cells with vibrant colors

I love my brothers

I love my mother

She's no longer here, and I feel it

I never met my dad and it's too bad for him

Cause I grew to be the illest

I see a threat, I kill it

Guarantee extermination

Represent mutation

For the time you wasting

It's your assassination

I am the killer and the victim

Pick him till he's cold, like tree limbs and ice stones

I left the mic on

I kept the body warm

But he won't perform

I hope you enjoyed, I hope you-

Life will be a constant battle, offering z-ro opportunities