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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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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