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Know Your Enemy

Angry Mic
Language: English




[2008]
Album: Intervention

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[Verse 1:]
Listen to the beating of my heart, I'm prepared for war
Talking to my pops, he's been there before
Stay calm soldier, I'm not scared no more
Then my sister holds my hands, says a prayer before I exit (-Amen)
One step in front of the other
No regrets but what the fuck I done to my mother
Premonitions of her son dead in front of a gutter
My blood spilling on the street lying under a cover...
Can't sleep, can't eat, yelling don't leave me
Only son that she has so this ain't easy
I'm so sorry, mom, but my country needs me
To kill so I will but you must believe me
That I'm gonna come back, put my word on my daughter
She's been through a lot of shit, she's deserving her father
Lord knows I never meant to put this burden upon her
But I fight cause I don't want no other person to harm her


You talking heat? Well you better fucking hold it man
You see your enemy, you'd better fuckin' pull it man
This is a world where they really can't control a man
Send you to die but you really never overstand

They think I'm on some hippie shit like talking holding hands
I'm talking heat and you'd better fucking hold it man
You see your enemy you'd better fucking pull it man
This is a world where they really can't control a man


[Verse 2]
Yeah, my heat stays close, gotta bring it with me
Ever since democracy pointed its finger at me
Took many innocent lives, now they're singing I'm free
No one could put this into words but I wish you could see
That they connected to something that had nothing between us
Legitimizing me isn't the way that they treat us
Now they're justified ? irate citizens are extremists
America there's no democracy, you're run by elitists
Using deception (c'mon!) I know you all see
They involved me in something that didn't involve me
Killed my mom and my dad and that's what draw me
To go out in a plane like Valens and Holly
Old heads told me no, held me back from my quest
They sent me on another to attack and distress
If it means I gotta die to send 'em back to the west
In the name of Allah get it strapped to my chest like

You talking heat? Well you better fucking hold it man
You see your enemy you'd better fucking pull it man
This is a world where they really can't control a man
Send you to die but you really never overstand

They think I'm on some hippie shit like talking holding hands
I'm talking heat and you'd better fucking hold it man
You see your enemy you'd better fucking pull it man
This is a world where they really can't control a man


[Verse 3]
The phone rings once but I don't wanna pick it up
The phone rings twice now I know my shit for luck's got me fucked
And it sucks but it's what made me this intelligent
I ain't fucking around kid, call me celibate
My daddy went to fight 'cause a donkey and an elephant
When talking about our enemy, decided to embellish it
Hello? Is this? No this the granddaughter speaking
She's going crazy, I give her ? on the weekend
This man said he was in command for the evening
Then he said that God had a plan and a reason
Suicide bomber, he couldn't get away from it
Daddy's now dead and there's no way of escaping it..
Mommy went away when the towers hit the pavement
Government convinced daddy that someone got away with it
He went on some wayward shit never to return
His enemy was him but daddy never ever learned (that's fucked up)

[~Interlude~]
Must've killed a million men (and now?)
They want me back again (but)
I ain't marching anymore
(that's what I'm saying to him, that's hat I'm saying to him)

Must've killed a million men (and now?)
They want me back again (but?)
I ain't marching anymore
(that's what I'm saying to him, that's what I'm saying to him)

[Verse 4]
This is a world where they really can't control a man
With no control of man they might control you man
They use that propaganda to make you pop that hammer
So government running your life and this is not Havana..
I wish I knew what I know now when I was fucking younger
But instead every history book just make me dumber
We fed lies 'cause the truth is fucked up
So it's no surprise that the youth is fucked up
All I used to do was fucking snooze and bust nuts
Removed the Dutch guts then booze and puff puff
Been through some rough stuff refused to suck up
Got used to tough luck, had blues like what's up?
I never went your way, I'm removed like Kruk's nut
Me against the world my only weapon's the mic
I don't see no middle ground so I'm guessing we'll fight
I was fine till these politicians stepped in my life
Telling me I gotta lean toward my left or my right (fuck you)
Never lend my ear to 'em though they may appear relevant
I give my ear to 'em, shit is always irrelevant
For all you fucking dummies Angry Mic is here spelling it..

Contributed by giorgio - 2012/7/24 - 08:30




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