Enemy Minds Lyrics
| Song | Enemy Minds |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| (Opio) Remember | |
| Tabitha Smith | |
| That's been my hard on since the fifth grade | |
| Used to tell me nigga get paid | |
| So we could be chillin' | |
| Knew she'd be a millionaire | |
| Feelin' 'em squares, stayin' up late | |
| Doing her homework | |
| Till he bones hurt | |
| Solid as steel | |
| Real as a day of atonement | |
| Never live for the moment | |
| That's why suckers they couldn't bone shit | |
| Fool that body's a temple | |
| Plus her older brothers just might lynch you | |
| If you slippin' | |
| Dreams of tinted windows in a benz-o | |
| Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo | |
| She was a whiz though | |
| And I admire it | |
| Finished up grad school | |
| Now she mob a jaguar too | |
| She never led she'd get maniacal | |
| Kept her eyes on true ambition | |
| That's how she livin' fat | |
| Educated herself | |
| Now she in a rack with six figures | |
| Stacks of cashola | |
| I told her | |
| Chorus (Opio): | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don't sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at & where you be (A-Plus) | |
| Now everybody is a victim | |
| If he a idiot | |
| I probably got a problem with him | |
| About these women and that (pollyin'?) to get 'em | |
| Maybe end up sorry that you hit 'em | |
| Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with 'em | |
| I know plenty of those travel many roads | |
| Went to extremes to receive every penny owed | |
| Hella niggas be petty though | |
| They eyes give 'em open and their actions let me know | |
| So why give a fuck | |
| All them answers lead to more questions | |
| And if you're guessin' you's a poor specimen | |
| More death to them | |
| My demeanor changes | |
| When I see the stages | |
| Of a nigga schemin' before | |
| I beat him like | |
| Peter Gages | |
| I listen to many morons, | |
| Let 'em go on | |
| Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on | |
| I examine who and what | |
| I think I know | |
| Everybody's a victim is what | |
| I'm peepin' though, so | |
| I hustle with friends | |
| Even tussle with them | |
| I ain't knowin' nothin' but them | |
| Toughen the skin ha ha | |
| Now it's all about your work ethic | |
| In a word check it | |
| In a word check it | |
| Extended Chorus (Opio) | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don't sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at & where you be | |
| Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on | |
| Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none | |
| So when the fuzz come | |
| We say what's up to 'em | |
| Cuz we untouchable & give a fuck (Tajai) | |
| V-12 pushin' like 80 | |
| Super sounds of | |
| Coltrane stainless | |
| So I don't hydroplane | |
| I kiss my lady and my baby | |
| Told 'em things gon' be straight | |
| Hopped out at the hospital gate | |
| Now I'm a little late | |
| But that can mean everything | |
| Got an urgent page | |
| Jetstream to the scene | |
| Mask & gloves plus deep green scrubs | |
| Open you up for the peaking | |
| Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that | |
| Then stitch you back to near perfection | |
| Avoiding all complications and infections | |
| My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration | |
| Lots of lonely contemplation | |
| No time for impatience when you dream makin' | |
| My reward is smiling faces on all my patients | |
| Mobility, ability, to make changes | |
| In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations | |
| Of racists, but y'all can't say shit | |
| I'm a hustle till | |
| I drop one day may save your kids | |
| Extended Chorus 2x | |
| Repeated: | |
| Stay hustlin, what 1x: | |
| Legalize hustlin' | |
| Yeah Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don't sneeze |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Opio Remember | |
| Tabitha Smith | |
| That' s been my hard on since the fifth grade | |
| Used to tell me nigga get paid | |
| So we could be chillin' | |
| Knew she' d be a millionaire | |
| Feelin' ' em squares, stayin' up late | |
| Doing her homework | |
| Till he bones hurt | |
| Solid as steel | |
| Real as a day of atonement | |
| Never live for the moment | |
| That' s why suckers they couldn' t bone shit | |
| Fool that body' s a temple | |
| Plus her older brothers just might lynch you | |
| If you slippin' | |
| Dreams of tinted windows in a benzo | |
| Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo | |
| She was a whiz though | |
| And I admire it | |
| Finished up grad school | |
| Now she mob a jaguar too | |
| She never led she' d get maniacal | |
| Kept her eyes on true ambition | |
| That' s how she livin' fat | |
| Educated herself | |
| Now she in a rack with six figures | |
| Stacks of cashola | |
| I told her | |
| Chorus Opio: | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at where you be APlus | |
| Now everybody is a victim | |
| If he a idiot | |
| I probably got a problem with him | |
| About these women and that pollyin'? to get ' em | |
| Maybe end up sorry that you hit ' em | |
| Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with ' em | |
| I know plenty of those travel many roads | |
| Went to extremes to receive every penny owed | |
| Hella niggas be petty though | |
| They eyes give ' em open and their actions let me know | |
| So why give a fuck | |
| All them answers lead to more questions | |
| And if you' re guessin' you' s a poor specimen | |
| More death to them | |
| My demeanor changes | |
| When I see the stages | |
| Of a nigga schemin' before | |
| I beat him like | |
| Peter Gages | |
| I listen to many morons, | |
| Let ' em go on | |
| Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on | |
| I examine who and what | |
| I think I know | |
| Everybody' s a victim is what | |
| I' m peepin' though, so | |
| I hustle with friends | |
| Even tussle with them | |
| I ain' t knowin' nothin' but them | |
| Toughen the skin ha ha | |
| Now it' s all about your work ethic | |
| In a word check it | |
| In a word check it | |
| Extended Chorus Opio | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at where you be | |
| Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on | |
| Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none | |
| So when the fuzz come | |
| We say what' s up to ' em | |
| Cuz we untouchable give a fuck Tajai | |
| V12 pushin' like 80 | |
| Super sounds of | |
| Coltrane stainless | |
| So I don' t hydroplane | |
| I kiss my lady and my baby | |
| Told ' em things gon' be straight | |
| Hopped out at the hospital gate | |
| Now I' m a little late | |
| But that can mean everything | |
| Got an urgent page | |
| Jetstream to the scene | |
| Mask gloves plus deep green scrubs | |
| Open you up for the peaking | |
| Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that | |
| Then stitch you back to near perfection | |
| Avoiding all complications and infections | |
| My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration | |
| Lots of lonely contemplation | |
| No time for impatience when you dream makin' | |
| My reward is smiling faces on all my patients | |
| Mobility, ability, to make changes | |
| In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations | |
| Of racists, but y' all can' t say shit | |
| I' m a hustle till | |
| I drop one day may save your kids | |
| Extended Chorus 2x | |
| Repeated: | |
| Stay hustlin, what 1x: | |
| Legalize hustlin' | |
| Yeah Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Opio Remember | |
| Tabitha Smith | |
| That' s been my hard on since the fifth grade | |
| Used to tell me nigga get paid | |
| So we could be chillin' | |
| Knew she' d be a millionaire | |
| Feelin' ' em squares, stayin' up late | |
| Doing her homework | |
| Till he bones hurt | |
| Solid as steel | |
| Real as a day of atonement | |
| Never live for the moment | |
| That' s why suckers they couldn' t bone shit | |
| Fool that body' s a temple | |
| Plus her older brothers just might lynch you | |
| If you slippin' | |
| Dreams of tinted windows in a benzo | |
| Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo | |
| She was a whiz though | |
| And I admire it | |
| Finished up grad school | |
| Now she mob a jaguar too | |
| She never led she' d get maniacal | |
| Kept her eyes on true ambition | |
| That' s how she livin' fat | |
| Educated herself | |
| Now she in a rack with six figures | |
| Stacks of cashola | |
| I told her | |
| Chorus Opio: | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at where you be APlus | |
| Now everybody is a victim | |
| If he a idiot | |
| I probably got a problem with him | |
| About these women and that pollyin'? to get ' em | |
| Maybe end up sorry that you hit ' em | |
| Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with ' em | |
| I know plenty of those travel many roads | |
| Went to extremes to receive every penny owed | |
| Hella niggas be petty though | |
| They eyes give ' em open and their actions let me know | |
| So why give a fuck | |
| All them answers lead to more questions | |
| And if you' re guessin' you' s a poor specimen | |
| More death to them | |
| My demeanor changes | |
| When I see the stages | |
| Of a nigga schemin' before | |
| I beat him like | |
| Peter Gages | |
| I listen to many morons, | |
| Let ' em go on | |
| Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on | |
| I examine who and what | |
| I think I know | |
| Everybody' s a victim is what | |
| I' m peepin' though, so | |
| I hustle with friends | |
| Even tussle with them | |
| I ain' t knowin' nothin' but them | |
| Toughen the skin ha ha | |
| Now it' s all about your work ethic | |
| In a word check it | |
| In a word check it | |
| Extended Chorus Opio | |
| Stay hustlin' | |
| Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze | |
| You might blink for a second | |
| Stay alert they like green berets | |
| Checkin' your traps | |
| With impeccable accuracy | |
| Know where you at where you be | |
| Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on | |
| Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none | |
| So when the fuzz come | |
| We say what' s up to ' em | |
| Cuz we untouchable give a fuck Tajai | |
| V12 pushin' like 80 | |
| Super sounds of | |
| Coltrane stainless | |
| So I don' t hydroplane | |
| I kiss my lady and my baby | |
| Told ' em things gon' be straight | |
| Hopped out at the hospital gate | |
| Now I' m a little late | |
| But that can mean everything | |
| Got an urgent page | |
| Jetstream to the scene | |
| Mask gloves plus deep green scrubs | |
| Open you up for the peaking | |
| Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that | |
| Then stitch you back to near perfection | |
| Avoiding all complications and infections | |
| My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration | |
| Lots of lonely contemplation | |
| No time for impatience when you dream makin' | |
| My reward is smiling faces on all my patients | |
| Mobility, ability, to make changes | |
| In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations | |
| Of racists, but y' all can' t say shit | |
| I' m a hustle till | |
| I drop one day may save your kids | |
| Extended Chorus 2x | |
| Repeated: | |
| Stay hustlin, what 1x: | |
| Legalize hustlin' | |
| Yeah Watch for your enemies | |
| Fool don' t sneeze |
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