The Enemy (feat. Mayan Kulture)

Fire burning and heads turning it's armageddon There's no returning it gets disturbing don't yell objection There's a collection of dead rappers pick your selection That's a reflection of what can happen with our connection There's a obsession a argument on who's number one Well my confession I love rap I do it for fun I do it for the bread The butter and even the crumbs yup yup But there's this thing that I notice with rap Everybody wants to rap but they don't work on they craft Thats the thing that gets me mad always gets me to feel Then these stupid ass record labels give them a deal Your fucking stupid ass rappers went and give them wheel Now they in and out your pockets and you watching them steal Wow now your drained and you all out of cash Calling up your label just for them to not call you back wow People think I'm in Illuminati like my black ass would pass In that type of party like I don't got to deal with them people already They around they everywhere trust me they ready Call my phone restricted y'all done got this shit twisted You motherfucker don't get it on how much I feel so gifted Niggas know that I'm with it standing strong on the pivot Standing strong on the pivot I'm standing strong as long as there's Fire burning and heads turning it's armageddon There's no returning it gets disturbing don't yell objection There's a collection of dead rappers pick your selection That's a reflection of what can happen with our connection There's a obsession a argument on who's number one Well my confession I love rap I do it for fun I do it for the bread The butter and even the crumbs yup The record label and staff is dreaming Like I need them like I can't make my money on streaming I don't need them I don't need the shadiness and the scheming Last time you got mad cause the way I was leaving Same reason I don't go to the meeting Always felt like I walking into a beating Every song I use to drop I watched the way you mistreat it Now you want to talk about it but you use to discreet it right From a little seamen to the rhyme of reason just at me bro I got a feeling these politicians all actors bro It's no competition but the accomplices are backed up too So how do you expect me to believe that we all are here to grow Running through my mind there's no wasting time I gotta go get mines You got a lot to learn if you think the burners gonna save your life I'm not signing shit so don't waste your breath you won't feel so hot Yeah Young G.p got so much honor he been crucified Ya talking to me like I don't know these things I'm not on a local motive I got worldly strings If you try to puppeteer me I'll switch it up so you fear me I been drinking cups of this fury Among other things Try to abide by the contents Seek knowledge and ride through the nonesense Like if it's not meant to lie and pick pocket I'd rather not slip and ride through my process A different context I kill em steer clear of my venom Villain with heroic tendons Kulture the vulture I tell em Annunaki with the denim they want what I got so I sell it They know what I'm not but I wear it Heart on my sleeve like a baby Industries sleeves are like credit uh You know not how to give it out you don't want me you want the clout Hypnotizing the weaker crowds so you can't criticize me when I go all out Fire burning and heads turning it's armageddon There's no returning it gets disturbing don't yell objection There's a collection of dead rappers pick your selection That's a reflection of what can happen with our connection There's a obsession a argument on who's number one Well my confession I love rap I do it for fun I do it for the bread The butter and even the crumbs yup yup But there's this thing that I notice with rap That's the thing that gets me mad always gets me to feel Your fucking stupid ass rappers went and give them wheel Wow now your drained and you all out of cash