Sangtekster:
Bronx The Enemy Mind

funk, funk flow, here we go Yeah, here we go, what? Funk, funk flow, funk, funk flow, here we go This one goes out to all those heads KnowhatI'msayin'? Bronx

Dukes kept tight Promised that one day everything would be alright 14 years old, cutting mad classes Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind

Christ could get it Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid I remember only minutes That's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies The spirits

to see hip-hop say its number one Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits We ain't pay minds

Yiddish on your wishlist My mind's the sickest, deknowledged devils on my shitlist [Necro] Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady election then infected your mind

the fuckin' top Party on, don't stop In the air, super hot Ya better beware What we believe is what we share To get rumblin' like the bronx Like the chinese

Terrorist, the bastard swordsman Holocaust, yo, yo [p.r. terrorist] Rap diligently, return of the arm The star trilogy, scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies

feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits We ain't pay minds

public enemy, rapper at large who's known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards You know the situation, Zulu Nation Never forget the Bronx because the Bronx