Текст песни Enemy (feat. King Los & Klumzy) - Alexx Cloud

Yuh yuh
A-L-E double X you feel me
Oh my gawd
KZ, King Los what up though
I think they forgot that I could spit bars bruh
You feel me?

They say you gotta die to be a legend huh
I wanna be alive to be a legend huh
And you aint gotta cry to gain some leverage huh
So tell me why you lie just to level up
See I was in the trenches wit that devil stuff
Talkin to them ouija boards I get a rush
Oh ya I heard about you, they say you hella suck
So tell me whats a vaccum to a spec of dust
There's only one of you, and like 10 of us
Like what's death to the members of 27 club
I treat my enemies like PPO policies so when they try to step to me I run em for they benefits whoa!
Oh my God what the fuck it is
Blind sex, you ain't know who you fuckin wit
I cant beleive thatchu forgot that I could spit bars
Wait a second motha fucka you could suck a dick
I am diabolical
Been hair like follicles
And I don't see no competition I sees obstacles
I get that pussy drippin like hot popsicles
And blow a snot rocket on top of the block droppin those
This is a jalapeno for white people jalapanos
If you don't stop jockin I'm pop lockin and droppin hoes
I'm James Harden wit the iso
And I'ma leave you isolated kinda like the Island of Galapagos
In my family tree I had to branch out, cuz I'm a bad apple
These mad rappers huh?
I think it's funny when they say they run the city
Why?
I'm the type to place anthrax inside of napkin and slip it inside they man sandles
I man handle, bad rappers, I cant stand em
Used to bring them all white xans thru huh
Damn Daniel
They cant handle, this shit on wax like a damn candle
I got the strap so stand back it's in my damn flannel
I am extraordinary
My feelings and emotional baggage is like Mariah I got more to carry
But it's okay I ain't a bitch, I am more than scary
You the type to get caught then sing like 4 canaries
I'm bitch slappin, zig zaggin avoid the fakes
I used to make your bitch go down quick like unemployment rates
Remix
I'ma have to hit em with the remix
I'ma have to hit em with the remix

Whip it in the pot and get it back to make the product flip cuz niggas know I gotta spit the crack
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I could zip the packs send it back send the track and number two to get the shit intact with a stack with a lac just relax, shit is that easy
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I'ma have to hit em with the cement, 3s
And I hit 3s like three zero nigga that's the
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Now you in some deep shit
And I'm Space Jammin on niggas I'ma beast bitch
And I'm in the league with, elite defense
And I'm in the sheets with, your girlfriend and I hit her with the
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Hit her with the
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I let her cum first like a prefix
Get it? The letters come first in the prefix
Man you motha fuckas need to study more
I just went Kobe on a '68 Chevelle cuz that bitch yellow and purple on some 24's
I could turn a dollar to a hundred more
Where niggas want a war they don't want a war
But we only here to give a nigga what he huntin for
What he bluffin for?
Since they let me in the game my only focus is to open up another door
I'm runnin up the score
I done made it out the hood, moved to LA and plus I put my mother on
King

If you thought this was over
Hate to break it to you
Eat you like bacon and eggs
Patiently making my wave
It's dangerous if I don't get paid
I transform like night into day
My senses are heightened and raised
Relentless
Don't get in my way
A threat to the rest of my race
Bet if they pressing on my buttons
They get set in their place
Eat em all for dinner like setting up plates
I been the best in the Fe
Now I'm the best in LA
That means anywhere that I go
I'm the best in the state

Ooo I bet they mad after hearing that
Put these rappers in their feelings
Leave em feeling trapped
I'm just spilling facts
They say to put on for your city
But my city never got my back
I'm so ill like ahhggg
Prolly throw up on the track
Watch out if you in the front
Really I'm about to yack
Put the body in the trunk
But no I don't need no gat
With these bars I'm boutta bust
See I'm aiming for your cap
That's head like noggin
I get ahead
Music's what I'm lost in
Your girl give me head
Cause I do her often
She call me boss
Like she knew the office
Tic tac toe
See I just cross kids
Don't take no losses
She make me breakfast in bed
I'll bring the sausage
Alexx Cloud, King Los
They bring the hotness
I swear we the top pics
Now we in they optics
KZ

Ha my bad I gotta little wild there at the end
What up Los? What up Cloud?