Benefit – My Enemy lyrics

I'm* on the run It's
after me It
won't stop attackin me Everywhere
I look I see hip-hop blasphemy I'm
runnin down the street in the middle of the night I'll
never loose sight I
forever will fight Why
is it after me Why
does it haffta be So
hard to actually Be
an MC Commercial
hip hop Just
wont stop I'm
runnin so hard But
it just wont drop I
duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten Open
up the source and there it is again Starrin
me rite in the eye Keep
regenerating so I no it wont die I
throw the magazine Look
around the corner coast is clean I
take off running Looking
like a dope fiend The
commercial industry demond Started
screamin I'm
out of breath Barely
breathin There's
must be a way to end this madness At
least knock him out for the count at best I
dash into a record store tryin to avoid him Some
other kids have tried but never destroyed him I
check the stores top 20 see what they got There
he is again and he's got the number 1 spot I
jet covered, in sweat drippin, wet Kickin
gear faster then a turbo vett I'm
runnin hard From
this demon disease But
it doesn't come at ease When
you runnin wallibees The
malls commin up on my rite hand side I
figure inside It
be easy to hide I
make my way in this mad crowded place Everybody's
rockin shits with this demons face I
exit the mall Leave
the back way Can't
take it longer I been runnin all day I
managed to make it to the subway But
the daemons gaining on me so I can't stay I'm
runnin as fast as I can I
pause for a second and pulled out my royal blue paint can I
begin taggin graffiti on the wall As
I keep bombing the demon starts to fall Looks
like he can't take real hip hop Looks
like I found out what makes the demon drop Keep
burning till the wall it lit And
that's it My
tag reads BENEFIT I
ran out of paint just I was gonna do him in I
betta run the demons getting up again I
exit the sub way back to the streets Off
in the distance I hear some dope beats I
run towards the music I think I'm gonna loose it I'm
runnin so hard the my feet start bruising I
see glimpses At
glancing... I
drop to the ground and start break dancing The
demon slows down I
pop into a stall I
do a windmill and the demon starts to fall Looks
like it can't take real hip hop Looks
like I found out what makes the demon drop Imma
keep breakin Cept
legs start shakin I
gotta stop 'cause my body can't take it I
get up Start
runnin again The
demon does the same guess this will never end Still
I hear the music that I heard before And
if commin from a hip hop record store I
make it to the side and see ruckus adds They
got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads I
jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed I
tear up the records till both of my hands bleed Demon
fell hard that commercial thug But
I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood I
went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin Now
I can't believe all the blood that I'm spillin The
demon gets back up on his feet I
grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat I
can't run any more no energy So
I grab a mike and scream Daemon
come battle me I
started spittin out metaphors rite and left I
told him that he needs to start bitin less I
told him he needs to come original I
told him that hip hop this is critical Started
shaking couldn't take it any more Heart
stopped beating and he fell to the floor Looks
like I found out what made him drop And
that was the end of commercial hip hop