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