[Verse 1 (Juvenile)] When I say I don′t give a fuck I mean that yeah ?? brains is getting bust I didn′t say that yeah If a shipment was comin in I need a ?? wodie I need a sixty-forty nigga And no chargin′ that wodie You done heard about Michael Jackson And shiggidy shit But you ain′t never heard about me When i′m flissin a bitch Niggas shoulders gettin knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriend Cause I wants mine I needs mine And i′m about to get mine At these times Look lil′ daddy You ain′t got to worry about none of these other niggas You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya Look, I make a phone call to the big dog Y′all bitches better handle y′all business before I hit y′all Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
[Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil′ Wayne)] [Juvenile] It′s enemy turf that i′m on So i′ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calicoe My lil′ brother Weezy
[Lil′ Wayne] My big brother Juvi Four hit the blocks Strapped up with the Uzis
[Verse 2 (Lil′ Wayne)] What, What, La Gun for gun Eye for eye Better move yo′ wife and son ′Cause i ride or die Cashmoney Hot Boy Bless me when i′m gone But until then load up the chrome cause it′s on I been bout it Put a ?????? I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make ′em flip And i be full of that trash i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at ′em fast Watch the bullets chop off the head And make ′em fall in the grass One move they all die Lil′ Weezy small frie Guerilla when it′s war time Y′all better learn When this nigga shoot it′ll be all hell Well then let ′em burn ???????????????? Seven churn and i be damn if i let ′em go If i don′t get my dough Then hell will be all blowin′ ′Till i R.I.P CMR i be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, i′m HB for real
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3] All i know is the streets And how to strap up When it′s time shoot it Cock yo′ heaters Tie up yo′ bags It′s time to do it Blaze the blunt Shut off the lights And cut down the music Roll down the windows Turn the corner And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr If ya don′t know now Then ya never will learn You ca play with Lil′ Wayne And yo′ block get burned You must love to go swimmin Cause tha water gets deeper See i bust you wide open And take ′ya daughter with me Here come the beat boy Shoot out the street lights Time to bring on the heat boy If you ain′t really wit it Then you better get back I open yo′ chest And make it look just like a wet cat This is a death trap i′ma a guerilla and i mean it leave ya′ head still in a beanin′ ?? on the semen Calicoe steamin′ Red dot beamin′ Dressed up suspicious Play with lil′ Weezy you′ll be ?? for the vicious
The words you used were mine, used a thousand times Doesn′t make them what I′ve bled I hated you, I loathed you Though felt, I never let the words begin to spill
Make me sick ′till I can′t breathe Never want to be your enemy Silence me, so I can′t be, Never want to be your enemy I walk the
High road away from you God knows what I′ve been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy
I never, I never wanted, I never wanted to poison or burn through Labeled malcontent, by bastards of decent, excuse this place I stand, words are to elude you
Make me sick ′till I can′t breathe Never want to be your enemy Silence me, so I can′t be, Never want to be your enemy I walk the
High road away from you God knows what I′ve been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy
Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Yeah) Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from) Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Enemy, yeah) Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from) Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy, your enemy I walk the
High road away from you God knows what I′ve been through This is the life I have, this is the life I choose I walked away, the high road away from you Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy
Fearless on my final request Find truth beyond the flesh Fleeting past my dreams of unfulfilled desire My strengh unwavering My journey just beginning A desperate race through the corridors of hell
Chaos emmerge - Surrender I will not
The tast Enemy Is Falling Here I am - To Conquer Death Itself The tast Enemy Is Falling Here I stand - To Conquer Death Itself
Funcral silence bencath the burning cross My immortal soul sleeps with the wolves tonight Skin and bones that rot my blood runs dry See me die to rise with the gods again
I like to bless myself While I play with all the pieces that protect my energies Get it out to the outside Give it out from the inside It′s so fun to be by myself With no one here but me
So far No me protestes I don′t give a fuck what you think No More, No me investiges The fascists are getting the lead
So you think that you know me Got it all figured out Well I might be dead in your eyes But I′m still alive and I will never wanna follow anyone else
I serenade myself And I′m pulling on the pieces That deflect my enemies Give it all from the inside Get it all on the outside I like to be by myself With no one here but me
So far No me protestes I don′t give a fuck what you think No more, No me investiges The fascists are getting the lead
So you think that you know me Got it all figured out Well I might be dead in your eyes But I′m still alive and I will never wanna follow anything else
So you think that you know me Got it all figured out Well I might be dead in your eyes But I′m still alive and I will never wanna follow anyone else So you think that you know me Got it all figured out Well I might be dead in your eyes But I′m still alive and I will never wanna follow anyone else
10 easy steps to create an enemy and start a war: Listen closely because we will all see this weapon used in our lives. It can be used on a society of the most ignorant to the most highly educated. We need to see these tactics as a weapon against humanity and not as truth.
THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY! THIS IS HOW TO START A WAR! THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY!
First step: create the enemy. Sometimes this will be done for you.
Second step: be sure the enemy you have chosen is nothing like you. Find obvious differences like race, language, religion, dietary habits fashion. Emphasize that their soldiers are not doing a job, they are heartless murderers who enjoy killing!
Third step: Once these differences are established continue to reinforce them with all disseminated information.
Fourth step: Have the media broadcast only the ruling partys information this can be done through state run media. Remember, in times of conflict all for-profit media repeats the ruling partys information, therefore all for-profit media is state-run.
Fifth step: show this enemy in actions that seem strange, militant, or different. Always portray the enemy as non-human, evil, a killing machine.
THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY. THIS IS HOW TO START A WAR. THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY.
Sixth step: Eliminate opposition to the ruling party. Create an "Us versus Them" mentality. Leave no room for opinions in between. One that does not support all actions of the ruling party should be considered a traitor.
Seventh step: Use nationalistic and/or religious symbols and rhetoric to define all actions. This can be achieved by slogans such as "freedom loving people versus those who hate freedom." This can also be achieved by the use of flags.
Eighth step: Align all actions with the dominant deity. It is very effective to use terms like, "It is gods will" or "god bless our nation."
Ninth step: Design propaganda to show that your soldiers have feelings, hopes, families, and loved ones. Make it clear that your soldiers are doing a duty; they do not want or like to kill.
Tenth step: Create and atmosphere of fear, and instability then offer the ruling party as the only solutions to comfort the publics fears. Remembering the fear of the unknown is always the strongest fear.
THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY! THIS IS HOW TO START A WAR! THIS IS HOW TO CREATE AN ENEMY!
Why should I welcome your domination? Why should I listen to explanations? I′m not pretending to make it simple Try to be something experimental
You don′t turn me off I will never fail Things I loved before Are now for sale Keep yourself away Far away from me I′ll forever stay your Perfect enemy
No longer waiting, remove illusions No more complaining, forget confusion No more compassion, not sentimental I am now something experimental
You don′t turn me off I will never fail Things I loved before Are now for sale Keep yourself away Far away from me I′ll forever stay your Perfect enemy
After we spoke I had a dream that I broke The teeth from a mouth of a snake That I choked on the teeth They were mine all along
I picked up the pieces when I woke Put them in a boat made of things that I don′t want to see I blew on the sail Watched it drift out to sea The further it drifted the closer it came to me I can′t explain
So I took it apart in a billion boxes There was only one thing You might think I′m your enemy But that don′t make you mine And all I have now is above thee I wish that you′d stop trying Oh, please stop lying Stop la la la la la la la La la la la laГЇВїВЅ The hatred in the box then I locked The strongest one I knew I buried it all, grew a tree without thorns Sat beneath the shade You might think I′m your enemy But that don′t make you mine And all I have now is above thee I wish that you′d stop trying Oh please stop lying Please stop la la la la la la La la la la laГЇВїВЅ La la la la laГЇВїВЅ
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 the enemy
As pride precedes a downfall So he took his place before the firewall Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung
Between forgiveness and the damage done
An electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades... Through white glades as his winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
Within vast skies unversed in starkness His might grew And blew light hues to grey... And worse, a third of stars to darkness
Then thunder seethed And wreathed in thickening night A line was drawn midst wrong and right And across the throats of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke From heaven′s farthest shore Descending to eclipse all hope Repentance might stay holy war
He would not heel nor fake a bow Murmur curses to the wind Enraged, he raved in balrog howls Upon a storm firstborn of sin
Incensed anew, rebellions tore Like frenzied beasts of prey Through temple doors... Thrown east before the midnight masses
And where once bliss reigned so serene In sweeter glades Now veins ran openly... Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes
When suddenly There shone a hideous light And a voice like three insanities Soared up in thistled speech...
"thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none And for this grave mistake How thou art fallen morning sun The proud will be abased"
He would not heel nor fake a bow Murmur curses to the wind And lo, the wrath of god swept down...
"thou art no more an angel filled With light, but a leech to be abhorred And thou shalt suffer my burning will"... Quoth this raven:"nevermore"
Never fucking more
And with these words like heavy stone Cast against that gilded throne With many legions still in tow He turned his wings to flee His eyes a picture of distaste Drawn to tears and in their place The dawn of time and fates to face Through all eternity...
I wept for him a deep red river That ran like blood through scarred ravines To sluice away the guilt that slithered Like a serpent tongue to eve For once as i, in heaven climbed Too high for truth to truly see My sunken mind, drunken and blind Saw the lie; that fool was me...
Alone and cold, face to the crack Beyond dark gates with no way back His crown of gold faded to black Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers
With thrill kill culture shock wave lenghts Of rope to hang high Ten commandments by... Snaked about his uprised fingers
I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy of the earth
They′ll fuck you, then they′ll fuck themselves They raise the flag that Jesus sells They′ll fuck you, then they′ll fuck themselves They raise the flag that Jesus sells
I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy of the earth
We′re on drugs, we′re on drugs We′re all on drugs We′re on drugs, we′re on drugs Baby, we′re all on drugs
Do you like drugs?
Alright!
I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy I know it′s really hard to see That we are the enemy of the earth We are the enemy of the earth... We are the enemy of the earth...
Clock starts ticking away Count the minutes that are in it Till Judgment Day Life spent hard on the run Never saying, never paying for what we′ve done – oh Lookin′ at you outside, you want to be clean But you’re dirty like the inside of your girlie magazines You wanna know the reason they call me obscene? You′re gonna meet me on your color TV screen
Public Enemy №1, target’s on my head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, in the home of the brave – yeah Public Enemy №1, target’s on my head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, in the land of the free
Got a virus to spread Got you hooked, breathing heavy Now you see red An urge getting ready to feed Now that you live it, there′s a lesson you must heed They got a bull’s-eye trained on you, And there′s nothing that you ever can do They got a sure shot right in low And you won’t no-no-no-no-no-no know What it feels like to be like me, cuz you want to be real But you′re staring into the mirror and you’re looking back at a fiend You wipe out your insides, but you′re never coming clean Gonna make the headlines of your color TV screen
Public Enemy №1, target’s on your head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, in the home of the brave – yeah Public Enemy №1, target’s on your head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, in the land of the free
Locked in sight, your hands are shaking… Left alone, there’s no mistaking…
Public Enemy №1, target’s on your head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, and I’m seeing red – yeah Public Enemy №1, they want you to hate me, hate me Public Enemy №1, in the home of the free
Слова про 15 пуль, однажды кто-то Просто посмеет их воплотить Врачи будут бороться, но пульс сойдёт на ноль И сердце возьмёт отпуск, перестанет колотить Я как пробитая мишень, бескрылый ангел Гордо рухнет на сухой асфальт А ты смотри как вытекает моя кровь, Ввместе с ней вытекает мой талант! Я enemy!
Мы умрём на руках у подростковой войны Нам заткнут голоса и уничтожат стихи От укуса их пчёл стальных нас всех не спасти, увы! Под слоем брони…
Чужие фото на свой сайт, И вот уже я сладкий в рэпе baby-boy Они находят деньги на их выдуманный рай Они прилетают, чтоб просто переспать со мной Потом поток тупых звонков, Но вы смешны как клуб из брошенных мужчин Мне обещают смерть, но как меня простить? Я переспал с вашими жёнами и детьми! Я enemy!!
Мы умрём на руках у подростковой войны Нам заткнут голоса и уничтожат стихи От укуса их «пчёл» стальных нас всех не спасти, увы! Под слоем брони…
Я стал бояться этих чокнутых МС Мой разъёбанный Ford Focus, и автограф «Ублюдок умри!» Вы рассылали свой лай мне на e-mail Я по размеру скупал бронежилеты на сраном e-bay Ведь монолог про 15 пуль во мне Эти 15 тысяч безмозглых ЭмЦэ, обеспечат вполне И я боюсь что этот трэк осуществит судьба И сцена как война, подо мной толпа, ну что, давай! У сцены топопот в этом беспорядке рук, есть те Кто ненавидит всё во мне, и хочет скоротить мой срок Их часто бесит откровенность моих строк И эти психи сменят рэп на калибр и чернила на кровь Я как пробитая мишень, бескрылый ангел Гордо рухнет прямо под антракт А ты смотри как вытекает моя кровь Вместе с ней вытекает мой талант Я enemy!
Мы умрём на руках у подростковой войны Нам заткнут голоса и уничтожат стихи От укуса их «пчёл» стальных нас всех не спасти, увы! Под слоем брони…
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