Intro:



Every January 16th it's "The Dreamer The Dreamer."

And all of you say "I have a dream; The Dreamer."

And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.

And little black boys and little white girls

will one day hold hands together.

Shit.

Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now?

Them little blacks hands are yours.

You can't hold the black brothers' hands?

But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands

before you hold each other's hands?

You gonna walk with your enemy

before you learn to walk with one another?

How sick can you be?

(Enemy)



Verse One:



Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot

where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot

Supercat said that the ghetto red hot

bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot

nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it

buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it

listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive

god will survive, him protect the civilized

who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?

not me, not me

me never eat from the tree with the apple

I'd rather have a Snapple

do you know where you're going to

do you know where you're runnin from

scared of the sun, I live in the sun

You shrivel up like a raisin

and burn like the blunt that I'm blazin

Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats

cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets

out number you somethin like 15 to 3

see, don't love your enemy



Chorus



Enemies, enemy runnin from the G

enemies, enemy, you're my enemy

enemies, enemy, when will I see?

enemies, enemy R.I.P.



Verse Two:



Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?

J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya

with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire

me not afraid, cause me know Elijah

goin to the East but straight from the Westside

swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride

through the fire, through the fire that will please us

I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus

devil don't you know I'm a soldier?

in God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya

like Folger's Crystals feds

I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez

you don't care if me die from the cracka

you don't care if me have a heart attacka

you don't care if me get car jacka

you don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka

now it's Judgement Day, and Allah'll never play

"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say

Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro"

when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo

through your neighborhood, watch me blast

tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass

you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me

now you're just a enemy



Chorus





Verse Three:



Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up

just to trouble you, throwin out the W

sent me a subpoena

cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina

each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet

with the heavy A to the muthafuckin K

now you treat me like a germ

cause your scared of the su - per sperm

please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes

the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies

nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose

ya scared I'ma put this bone in your hoes

but I don't wanna, I've been to cona

from the cavebitch with the nasty persona

hit me with the big black billy club

cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub

three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub

and it's really scary, now they're in the military

Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,

Bible, Holy Qur'an

once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon

and the brother Ron 2X, so who's next?

(devil)

with Dub C, Brother G

Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy

high off the Hennesy

hundred ten degree, no it's not Tennesee

West L.A., what the hell can I say?

niggas wanna play, each and every day

pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J

rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?

handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper

grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her

they call me Thumper cause I thump til it hurt

knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work

Master Farad Muhammad comin like a comet

when they see em, they all start to vomit

1995, Elijah is alive

Lewis Farrakhan, NOI

Bloods and Crips and little ol me

and we all gettin ready for the enemy