My Enemy Lyrics - Singles - Benefit

* I'm on the run 

It's after me 

It won't stop attackin me 

Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy 

Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night 

Ill never loose sight 

I forever will fight 

Why is it after me 

Why does it haffta be 

So hard to actually 

Be an MC 

Commercial hip hop 

Just wont stop 

Im runnin so hard 

But it just wont drop 

I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten 

Open up the source and there it is again 

Starrin me rite in the eye 

Keep regenerating so I no it wont die 

I throw the magazine 

Look around the corner coast is clean 

I take off running 

Looking like a dope fiend 

The commercial industry demond 

Started screamin 

Im out of breath 

Barely breathin 

Theres must be a way to end this madness 

At least knock him out for the count at best 

I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him 

Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him 

I check the stores top 20 see what they got 

There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot 

I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet 

Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett 

Im runnin hard 

From this demon disease 

But it doesn't come at ease 

When you 

The malls commin up on my rite hand side 

I figure inside 

It be easy to hide 

I make my way in this mad crowded place 

Everybody's rockin shits with this demons face 

I exit the mall 

Leave the back way 

Cant take it longer I been runnin all day 

I managed to make it to the subway 

But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay 

Im runnin as fast as I can 

I pause for a second and pulled out my royal blue paint can 

I begin taggin graffiti on the wall 

As I keep bombing the demon starts to fall 

Looks like he cant take real hip hop 

Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop 

Keep burning till the wall it lit 

And that's it 

My tag reads BENEFIT 

I ran out of paint just I was gonna do him in 

I betta run the demons getting up again 

I exit the sub way back to the streets 

Off in the distance I hear some dope beats 

I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it 

Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising 

I see glimpses 

I drop to the ground and start break dancing 

The demon slows down 

I pop into a stall 

I do a windmill and the demon starts to fall 

Looks like it cant take real hip hop 

Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop 

Imma keep breakin 

Cept legs start shakin 

I gotta stop 'cause my body cant take it 

I get up 

Start runnin again 

The demon does the same guess this will never end 

Still I hear the music that I heard before 

And if commin from a hip hop record store 

I make it to the side and see ruckus adds 

They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads 

I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed 

I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed 

Demon fell hard that commercial thug 

But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood 

I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin 

Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin 

The demon gets back up on his feet 

I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat 

I cant run any more no energy 

So I grab a mike and scream 

Daemon come battle me 

I started spittin out metaphors rite and left 

I told him that he needs to start bitin less 

I told him he needs to come original 

I told him that hip hop this is critical 

Started shaking couldn't take it any more 

Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor 

Looks like I found out what made him drop 

And that was the end of commercial hip hop