Ice Cube - Enemy lyrics

Intro: 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 sh** 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 k** 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 d**h 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'mma pick your a** 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 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 k** more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina Each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet With the heavy A to the muthaf**in K Now you treat me like a germ Cause your scared of the su - per s**m Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies Nappy head n***a with the bone in his nose Ya scared I'mma put this bone in your hoes But I don't wanna, I've been to cona From the caveb**h with the nasty persona Hit me with the big black billy club Cause you white and your ho 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? n***as wanna play, each and every day Pa** me the pill, a n***a shoot the J Rougher than the roughest rough muthaf**a, had enough muthaf**a? Handcuff this muthaf**a with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper Grab his b**h, 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 Louis Farrakhan, NOI Bloods and Crips and little ol me And we all gettin ready for the enemy