Enemies and Foes

Round and round you're cyclin', now you're poppin' vicodin

Round and round you're cyclin'

I know a doctor better than anyone on your roster

Red, blue, green, we all impostors

That's why we gotsta stay postured, humble before the Father

He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters

He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters

I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know

Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow

Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes

Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four—

I dont need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know

Can't change the message, but switch up the flow

Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes

Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four—

I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know

Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow

Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes

Catch me at the West End —

Throwin' up a rap, show the stats

I ain't holdin' back, only spittin' facts

By the time I was four, I was the coldest act in the cul-de-sac

(Loaded) So if my opponent attack

I'ma open it, ready, aim, blow a hole in 'em, I told 'em

Ain't no consolin' ya mommy, daddy, sister and ya bro and them

Killers on the corner, no approachin' them

Big big FN, we was totin' them, hit the residents

Jehovah flip and reversed it, Missy Elliott

The bullets left 'em so holy, made the Scripture relevant

I feel better, I'm Bill Belichick with a vendetta

I read the manual, I read Emmanuel's real letters

And Heaven is real, but they wanna settle for deals

They wanna venture into the valley instead of a hill

They wanna fire off on an opp when I'm tellin' 'em "chill"

He went to Hades and took the key, that's a hell of a steal

I'm checkin' the field, I wrestled the real, I'm blessin' the meal

I read about ya on Wikipedia (Huh), I'm sick of seein' ya (Huh)

You in the media talkin' through a medium

Foggin' the windows, cloggin' the temple, blockin' my kinfolk

Robbin' the simple, choppin' up symbols

How you gon' hate on the flow that inspired you?

Swear I'm biting you

Why would I peek at you when I'm Raichu?

I invited you, I hired you, but I might

Fold ya like the coffee brand, I'm colder than a hockey fan

This ain't copacetic, we learned to cope with the static

It's over, you overly dramatic

He's chosen me to manage the pros and the amateurs

Truth, I'm havin' it, while you decorate the cap like a graduate

Just imagine it, no, I'm not havin' it

Stick to the path, I don't gallivant, we not even, I'm too adamant

No, I'm not havin' that, I got my pen, I been had the raps

You dropped yo' pin like it's Apple Maps

I put the team on, it's too easy, me and Tiff too hungry

We could eat on for eons and eons

I got the beam on to see 'em, Nia Long in neon how I'm gleamin'

I could kill a rapper, start a funeral, create it and plan it

But I know the One who created the planet

So instead of that big big FN that'll kick ya chest in

Hug ya mama, kiss ya best friend

'Cause I don't need a Smith &—

—Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know

Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow

Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes

Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four, for real

I'm here to slaughter demons in the name of the Kingdom

The King is undefeated, you can't even beat 'em with legions

The region is bein' impeded by a sequence of Jesus

And frequent repentance, I come against any hindrance

Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix

Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix

Oh no, it's not over, I'm livin' proof that it's faith and not clovers

I Shabach over October, trick or treat

You can't see, it ain't sweet if ya not sober

Get ya mind blown in any time zone I rhyme on

I ain't lyin', homes, that's the time I'm on

God sent me to rhyme my wrongs

And to point you to Him in all my songs

And trust me, I can do this all night long

But I think I should probably stop here, what you think, J?

And at the end of the day, right? Like, uh, it's funny, you

I don't know if you tryna be Christian rapper or what

But for any of those that consider you

To be somethin' that is too boxy, right?

Well, I've been so anti-box, bro

And you've helped me be anti-box (Hmm)

I, like, your words were so anti-box

Anti-category, anti- all that

Minimalizational or marginalization

To where a Lifer on a Level 4 Yard in Cali State Prison

Could feel freedom