| Yeah, yeah yo
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| I’m like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
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| In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
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| We complete like the solar system
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| Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
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| Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
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| Hell Razah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
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| Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
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| We negotiate wit .38's in a north face
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| GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all
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| I’m the virus in the street that’ll get in your paws
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| See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
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| All you soldiers want wars when you don’t know laws
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| You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
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| Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
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| G-G, Maccabees, K-P be backin' me
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| Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy
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| Chorus
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| AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
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| AND IF YOU’RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)
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| I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
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| Vent poison in the ears of the? |
| grown-z's? |
| dead head for years
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| Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
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| Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
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| Shots were fired in the darkest moments
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| Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
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| Sacreligious, days of atonement
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| Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
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| Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
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| Drunk a cup of blood
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| We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
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| We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
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| I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
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| Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
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| I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
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| Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
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| It’s like a life never ends, never know when it’s comin
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| Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
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| Live from medalion, ?nometry? |
| dealin equality
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| You could stop to see profiles of me
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| Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
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| Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
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| Complete the formation, salute the salvation
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| A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
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| No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
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| Artist in occupation together maintainin
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| Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
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| This generation, a misleading calculation
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| No elevation, time wastin and live chasin
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| A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
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| Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
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| Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
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| It’s a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
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| In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
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| Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
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| It’s a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
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| Plus a prison, ain’t no division and no religion
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| And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
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| Stash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
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| Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
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| Son, I promise you, you won’t live to see tomorrow
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| Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
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| I’m a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
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| (Let's mark that ass nigga) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feel Like An Enemy , by - GZA/Genius. Song from the album Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп