Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Enemy, artist - Benefit
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Enemy |
It’s after me It won’t stop attackin me Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy |
Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night |
Ill never loose sight |
I forever will fight |
Why is it after me Why does it haffta be So hard to actually |
Be an emcee |
Commercial hip hop |
Just wont stop |
Im runnin so hard |
But it just wont drop |
I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten |
Open up the source and there it is again |
Starrin me rite in the eye |
Keep regenerating so I no it wont die |
I throw the magazine |
Look around the corner coast is clean |
I take off running |
Looking like a dope fiend |
The commercial industry daemon |
Started screamin |
Im out of breath |
Barely breathin |
Theres must be a way to end this madness |
At least knock him out for the count at best |
I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him |
Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him |
I check the stores top 20 see what they got |
There he is again and he’s got the number 1 spot |
I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet |
Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett |
Im runnin hard |
From this daemon disease |
But it doesn’t come at ease |
When you |
The malls commin up on my rite hand side |
I figure inside |
It be easy to hide |
I make my way in this mad crowded place |
Everybody’s more concerned with this diamonds face |
I exit the mall |
Leave the back way |
Cant take it longer I been runnin all day |
I managed to make it to the subway |
But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay |
Im runnin as fast as I can |
I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can |
I begin taggin graffiti on the wall |
As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall |
Looks like he cant take real hip hop |
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop |
Keep burning till the wall it lit |
And that’s it My tag reads BENEFIT |
I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in I betta run the daemons getting up again |
I exit the sub way back to the streets |
Off in the distance I hear some dope beats |
I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising |
I see glimpses |
I drop to the ground and start break dancing |
The daemon slows down |
I pop into a stall |
I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall |
Looks like it cant take real hip hop |
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop |
Imma keep breakin |
Cept legs start shakin |
I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it I get up Start runnin again |
The daemon does the same guess this will never end |
Still I hear the music that I heard before |
And if commin from a hip hoop record store |
I make it to the side and see ruckus adds |
They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads |
I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed |
I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed |
Daemon fell hard that commercial thug |
But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood |
I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin |
Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin |
The daemon gets back up on his feet |
I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat |
I cant run any more no energy |
So I grab a mike and scream |
Daemon come battle me I started spittin out metaphors rite and left |
I told him that he needs to start bitin less |
I told him he needs to come original |
I told him that hip hop this is critical |
Started shaking couldn’t take it any more |
Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor |
Looks like I found out what made him drop |
And that was the end of commercial hip hop |