Feel Like An Enemy Lyrics - The Genius Gza

[Hell Razah] 

Yeah, yeah yo 

I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom 

In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system 

We complete like the solar system 

Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks 

Everyday be a court date recorded on tape 

Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake 

Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight 

We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face 

GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all 

I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws 

See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs 

All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws 

You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard 

Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord 

G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly 

Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy 

Chorus [Hell Razah] 

AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) 

AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me) 

[Killah Priest] 

I heard the sweet words from sour tongues 

Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years 

Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs 

Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear 

Shots were fired in the darkest moments 

Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit 

Sacreligious, days of atonement 

Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit 

Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs 

Drunk a cup of blood 

We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug 

We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up 

I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture 

Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas 

I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach 

Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred 

It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin 

[Trigga] 

Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent 

Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality 

You could stop to see profiles of me 

Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me 

Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree 

Complete the formation, salute the salvation 

A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin 

No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation 

Artist in occupation together maintainin 

Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin 

This generation, a misleading calculation 

No elevation, time wastin and live chasin 

[Prodigal Sun] 

A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine 

Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green 

Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist 

It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price 

In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble 

Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle 

It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men 

Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion 

And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical 

Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal 

Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal 

Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow 

Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo 

I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo 

(Let's mark that ass nigga) 

Chorus 3x