Feel Like an Enemy 歌词
| 歌曲 | Feel Like an Enemy |
| 歌手 | GZA |
| 专辑 | Beneath the Surface |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cassidy, Reed, Ross, Smith | |
| 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 TH | |
| AT HARD RO | |
| CK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) | |
| AND IF YOU' | |
| RE FEELIN | |
| LIKE AN EN | |
| EMY (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 |
| zuo ci : Cassidy, Reed, Ross, Smith | |
| 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 fourdoors 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 GG Maccabee, | |
| KPP rapidly | |
| Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy | |
| Chorus Hell Razah | |
| AND ALL TH | |
| AT HARD RO | |
| CK SHIT charged wit blasphemy | |
| AND IF YOU' | |
| RE FEELIN | |
| LIKE AN EN | |
| EMY come after me Killah Priest | |
| I heard the sweet words from sour tongues | |
| Vent poison in the ears of the ? grownz' 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 offguard, 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, threesixty 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 |
| zuò cí : Cassidy, Reed, Ross, Smith | |
| 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 fourdoors 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 GG Maccabee, | |
| KPP rapidly | |
| Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy | |
| Chorus Hell Razah | |
| AND ALL TH | |
| AT HARD RO | |
| CK SHIT charged wit blasphemy | |
| AND IF YOU' | |
| RE FEELIN | |
| LIKE AN EN | |
| EMY come after me Killah Priest | |
| I heard the sweet words from sour tongues | |
| Vent poison in the ears of the ? grownz' 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 offguard, 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, threesixty 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 |
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