Artist: GZA f/ Sunz of Man, Trigg-nomm
Album:  Beneath the Surface
Song:   Feel Like an Enemy
Typed by: Kilahilz1@aol.com, Tha Masta

[Hell Razah]
Yeah
Yeah, yo
I'm like a whirlwind, spinnin with words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promise I heards the system
We complete like the solar system
Play in space, I get hungry off o' treble and bass, and beat-breaks
Everyday be a court date, recorded on tape
Hell Razah grab the mic and turn ya show to a wake
Cut off snake heads the same way I cut off dead-weight
We negotiate with 38's in a northface
GZA came with the liquid swords, killin you all
I'm the brightest in the streets, that'll get in ya pores
See me jumpin outta 4-doors, with my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top a billboards
Besides keyboards, the only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabees, K-P be backin me
And yo Prodigal, niggas is charged with blasphamy

[Chorus: GZA (Hell Razah)]
And all that hard rock shit (Charged for blasphamy)
And if you feelin like an enemy (Come after me)

[Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Rip poison in the ears of these drones and these dead-heads for years
Shed a tear for the underwear, under the stairs
Left naked and ashamed from, hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest moment, niggas missed they target
Hit the homeless when the chrome spit, sacreligious
Days of attonement, sing a praise with a peace pipe
Niggas I zone with, priest, I broke bread amongst 12 thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter sprayed his slugs
We all trapped in this dream, scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled with ghouls and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutch and holdin stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his 100
It's like a life never ends, never know when it's coming

[Trigg-nomm]
Vocal imbalance, a code o' silence, this verse is violent
Live from Medallion, 'nometry, dealin equality
You can stop and see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, 360 degrees
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, through the knowledge, no hatin
No misbahavin, lyrical affiliation, artist an occupation
Together maitainin, brain stainin, methaphor mutalatin
It's generation, a misleading calculation
No elevations, time wastin, lives taken

[Prodigal Sunn]
A day and night crime-scene, livin in a time machine
Blaze a lime green, 6 in the spleen, over some cream
Surrounded by crooks, a life of jerks and bloody heists
Sir deadly Christ, but they gun-fiend for ice, price
And it's hell cuz it's filled with bitches, money and trouble
Snitches, with dummy couples, crummy fuckin up the hustle
It's a struggle, in the jungle with sin, we bundle men
First in prison, and know the mission, with no religion
In the city chronicle, thugs be caught up astronomical
Stands phenominal, blasted you're abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin with the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't live, to see tomorrow
Catch a slug, in the back o' ya head, at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged swift like Rollo
(Where this marked ass nigga Rollo at?)

[Chorus x2]