My Enemy

I'm on the run It's after me, It won't stop attacking me Everywhere I look, I see Hip-Hop blasphemy I'm running 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 have to be So hard to actually Be an emcee? Commercial Hip-Hop just won't stop I'm running so hard but it just won't drop I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten Open up The Source and there it is again Starring me right in the eye Computer generated so I know it won't die I throw the magazine, look around the corner, coast is clean I take off running, looking like a dope fiend The commercial industry demon Started screaming I'm out of breath, barely breathing There's gotta be a way to end this madness At least knock him out for the count at best I dash into a record store trying to avoid him Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him I check the store's top 20 see what they got There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot I jet, covered in sweat, dripping wet Kick in gear faster then a Turbo Vette I run hard from this demon disease But it doesn't come at ease when you run in in Wallabees The mall's coming up on my right hand side I figure inside it'd be easy to hide I make my way in this mad crowded place Everybody's rocking shirts with the demon's face I exit the mall, leave the back way Can't take it longer I been running all day I manage to make it to the subway But the demons gaining on me so I can't stay I'm running as fast as I can I pause for a second, pull out my royal blue paint can I begin tagging 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 better run, the demon's getting up again I exit the subway, back to the streets Off in the distance I hear some dope beats I run towards the music, I think I'm gonna lose it I’m running so hard the my feet start bruising I see glimpses I drop to the ground and start breakdancing 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 I keep breaking til my legs start shaking I gotta stop cause my body can't take it I get up, Start running again The demon does the same guess this will never end I Still hear the music that I heard before And its coming 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 The demon fell hard, that commercial thug But I had to stop scratching there was too much blood I went through 3 elements, the demon's still drilling Now I can't believe all the blood that I'm spilling The demon gets back up on his feet I grab an instrumental record and put on a dope beat I can't run anymore, no energy So I grab a mic and scream "Demon, come battle me!" I started spitting out metaphors right and left I told him that he needs to start biting less I told him he needs to come original I told him in Hip-Hop, this is critical He started shaking, he couldn't take it any more His 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