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
inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies
like you got robbed for they chain Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain Matter of fact, when you see me, bitch, gimme some brain Yo, it
[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
the boots, of a new born don, it's on [Interlude: Eyeslow] Uh - yo, let me tell you what I see [Eyeslow] I see the brain dead 'caine heads Dope addicts
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
is the enemy - deceive me, delete me Computerized technology Wipes out all your enemies Digital world controls A dying analogue blasphemy Acid dreams
Priest] I'm deep into the page Each stage is like a maze, it's like sperm reachin the egg I focus on the brain cause it be the enterprise It's like life
, rap aggravation, brain of frustration I can't take it no more as I journey through the halls of hell Justice prevail, unrighteous will surely fail Now may my enemies
' be My style is on levels unattainable, recyclable and reusable but not biodegradable so don't confuse em They last eternal, evil gas that's acid turned
venomous selection I posess the powers and finesse To aid alphabets and destruct like bullets I be the brainstorm the weathman couldn't predict And when I rain asphalt splits from my brain Acid
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
