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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
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
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