First The Sheep Next The Shepherd Lyrics - There's A Poison Goin' On - 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 

What next? Three minutes and fifteen seconds