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Viewing Lyrics for Enemy:
| | | Artist: | Ice Cube |
| | Album: | Lethal Injection | | Track: | Enemy | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 163 | | | | Lyrics: | Intro:
Every January 16th it's "The Dreamer The Dreamer."
And all of you
say "I have a dream; The Dreamer."
And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.
And little black boys and little white girls
will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now?
Them little blacks hands are
yours.
You can't hold the black brothers' hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin'
crackers' hands
before you hold each other's hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)
Verse One:
Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read
it
buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
listen what I say after 1995 not
one death will be alive
god will survive, him protect the civilized
who really cares
if the enemy lives or dies?
not me, not me
me never eat from the tree with the apple
I'd rather have a Snapple
do you know where you're going to
do you know
where you're runnin from
scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a
raisin
and burn like the blunt that I'm blazin
Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats
cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
out number you somethin like 15 to 3
see, don't love your enemy
Chorus
Enemies, enemy runnin from
the G
enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will I see?
enemies, enemy R.I.P.
Verse Two:
Where you gonna run when God wanna
do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
with the boom ping ping is the ring
from the fire
me not afraid, cause me know Elijah
goin to the East but straight from
the Westside
swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
through the fire, through the
fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus
devil don't you
know I'm a soldier?
in God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya
like Folger's
Crystals feds
I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez
you don't care if me die from the
cracka
you don't care if me have a heart attacka
you don't care if me get car jacka
you don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka
now it's Judgement Day, and Allah'll
never play
"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say
Bobby Seale said, "please make it
rough, bro"
when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
through your
neighborhood, watch me blast
tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
you shoulda took heed
of my word and became a friend of me
now you're just a enemy
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
just to trouble you, throwin out the W
sent me a subpoena
cause I kill more
crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina
each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
with
the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
now you treat me like a germ
cause your scared of
the su - per sperm
please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
the whites
of his skin, the whites of his lies
nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
ya
scared I'ma put this bone in your hoes
but I don't wanna, I've been to cona
from the
cavebitch with the nasty persona
hit me with the big black billy club
cause you
white and your hoe than a silly nub
three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
and it's
really scary, now they're in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,
Bible, Holy Qur'an
once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon
and the brother
Ron 2X, so who's next?
(devil)
with Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy
coon ready for the enemy
high off the Hennesy
hundred ten degree, no it's not
Tennesee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
niggas wanna play, each and every day
pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had
enough muthafucka?
handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
they call me Thumper cause I thump til
it hurt
knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin like
a comet
when they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive
Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol me
and we all gettin ready for
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