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Public Enemy( Public Enemy band )
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First The Sheep Next The Shepherd?
Lyricist：Sean Devore
First the sheep, next the shepherd, chucks run amok multiplying
Like leopards, spots 'em up the long bomb's a record
A long shot, three minutes fifteen seconds, if I was cloned
Never would I be alone, just the two of us mutherfuck, the Lexus
Strange fruit be hangin' in Texas, rope be holdin' the necks
Poison politics affects us, get my flow on a show of flexes
Got too much love above for the battle of the sexes, now I won't go
As far as romancin' myself or dancin' with wolves
Or runnin' wit the bulls, shit, I be in two places at one time
Split spaces wit one rhyme, get three nickels outta one dime
First the sheep next the shepherd
Fill generation gaps wit mad raps, get slapped, give four smacks
The hell on back, be the father son and the holy ghost
As I represent, both the east and the west coasts, whatever
That's worth 360, the planet earth, that's the whole black man's turf
Now I be the rational national ever present international
Spy wit the third eye against the conquer and divide
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Now wit three of me, I can run a country, make apocalypse
Quit do mad shit on the side, I go on wit my bad self
If I had four of myself, I would sacrifice two to get that slave
Outta you in my eyes, be the anger of the furious five
Flashbacks, cut across psycho tracks, been there done that
And I swung a big bat like that there, it is I be the startin' six pack
First the sheep, next the shepherd
The east to the west south to the north, the music might switch
The rhymes never fall off, non alcoholic avoiding the bomb
In abortion clinics, I be the hero up in it, Jack the cracker dat did it
Now the magnificent seven, hip hop gangsta rappin', holdin it down
Makin' it happen from Oakland to Manhattan, if I was eight
I be damn great, city to city, state to state, won't never be too much
On my plate, flow like watergate wit nine of mine, I'd get piece of mine
Again and again wit that power of ten men, duplicated by the split
Of one mean gene and shit, back to the lab wit them scientific crabs
What next? Three minutes and fifteen seconds
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