all right now! Wait, I?m so tired For all this time I?m so tired And I can?t smile Her eyes Look to the sky Light?s power I can try Wait, my mind Look
They say he didn't have an enemy His was a greatness to behold He was the last surviving progeny The last one on this side of the world He measured a
[mad child] Star struck, awkward glances, rock phenomenally Armed with honesty, doven wove in tapestry Of obscenity, eliminate the enemy Watch closely
crowd is the feedback It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
graceful way beyond your head And chains about your neck [Killah Priest] Worldwide, look All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame Written
and pray to see the emptiness inside of me I eat the brain and pray to know anarchy of fallen angels I want to be the enemy The hero is dead I
-tchka-tchka Check the chorus... Chorus 2x: Timbaland Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready They don't know know Bubba talk so good, but they brain
and lakes Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain That's stress trying to master pain Spit words, not to hurt but to bash your brain That's
'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now And keeps me down, stealing all my energy I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity Not
[Louis Farrakhan talking] "Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies. [Laughter and then applause] In fact I think we'd be fooling our
inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promise to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed an' hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies
it by, bust to start, to punch others front Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain like a tweezer The sinister
all folks, keep y'all dyin' 'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies
LOU REED - LAST GREAT AMERICAN WHALE They say he didn't have an enemy His was a greatness to behold He was the last surviving progeny The last one on
from the firm g's, mission to be the baddest Outlaw from the baby rattle Looking in the shadows, mind over matter Conditions to splatter Enemies comin
it by, Bust to start, to punch, others front Top drop Ceasar, It's more than a leisure Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, Like a tweezer The
