First The Sheep Next The Shepherd

Public Enemy · Other Songs - Public Enemy

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



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



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