Feel Like An Enemy Lyrics

Feel Like An Enemy lyrics

[Hell Razah]

 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 Raizah 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 ?nor? 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 Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly

 Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy

 

 Chorus [Hell Razah]

 AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)

 AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)

 

 [Killah Priest]

 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

 

 [Trigga]

 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

 

 [Prodigal Sun]

 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

 Cash 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)

 

 Chorus 3x