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ice cube – enemy lyrics


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

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?

where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when i wanna kill blood clot
super cat said that the ghetto red hot
bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot

nappy-headed, no-dreaded look where ya read it
buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
listen what i say after 1995, not one death 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 bl–dy sheets
out number you somethin’ like 15 to 3
see, don’t love your enemy

enemies, enemy runnin’ from the g
enemies, enemy, you’re my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will i see?
enemies, enemy r.i.p.

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 west side
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’ma pick your -ss 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 judgment day, and allah’ll never play
“freedom got an ak”, them guerrilla 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, get in that -ss
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
now you’re just a enemy

enemies, enemy runnin’ from the g
enemies, enemy, you’re my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will i see?
enemies, enemy r.i.p.

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 kill more crackas then bosnia, herzegovina

each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet
with the heavy a to the m-th-f-ckin’ k
now you treat me like a germ
’cause your scared of the super sperm

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-gg- with the bone in his nose
ya scared i’ma put this bone in your hoes

but i don’t wanna, i’ve been to cona
from the cave b-tch with the nasty persona
hit me with the big black billy club
’cause you white and your hoe 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
once again it’s on, got the hollow point teflon
and the brother ron

so who’s next?
with dub c, brother g
crazy toons is a crazy c–n ready for the enemy
high off the hennesy

hundred ten degree, no it’s not tennessee
west l.a., what the h-ll can i say?
n-gg-s wanna play, each and every day
p-ss me the pill, a n-gg- shoot the j

rougher than the roughest rough m-th-f-cka, had enough m-th-f-cka?
handcuff this m-th-f-cka with the duct tape, tie it to the b-mper
grab his b-tch, dump her, ’cause n-body wanna hump her
they call me thumper ’cause i thump ’til it hurt

knock your d-ck 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, lewis farrakhan, noi
bloods and crips and little ol’ me
and we all gettin’ ready for the enemy