Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel Like An Enemy, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Feel Like An Enemy |
Yeah, yeah yo |
I’m like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom |
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system |
We complete like the solar system |
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks |
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape |
Hell Razah grab the mic and send your show to a wake |
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight |
We negotiate wit .38's in a north face |
GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all |
I’m the virus in the street that’ll get in your paws |
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs |
All you soldiers want wars when you don’t know laws |
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard |
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord |
G-G, Maccabees, K-P be backin' me |
Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy |
Chorus |
AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) |
AND IF YOU’RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me) |
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues |
Vent poison in the ears of the? |
grown-z's? |
dead head for years |
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs |
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear |
Shots were fired in the darkest moments |
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit |
Sacreligious, days of atonement |
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit |
Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs |
Drunk a cup of blood |
We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug |
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up |
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture |
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas |
I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach |
Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred |
It’s like a life never ends, never know when it’s comin |
Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent |
Live from medalion, ?nometry? |
dealin equality |
You could stop to see profiles of me |
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me |
Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree |
Complete the formation, salute the salvation |
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin |
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation |
Artist in occupation together maintainin |
Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin |
This generation, a misleading calculation |
No elevation, time wastin and live chasin |
A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine |
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green |
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist |
It’s a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price |
In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble |
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle |
It’s a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men |
Plus a prison, ain’t no division and no religion |
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical |
Stash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal |
Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal |
Son, I promise you, you won’t live to see tomorrow |
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo |
I’m a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo |
(Let's mark that ass nigga) |