Enemies and Foes

[Verse 1: TuKool Tiff]
It's a war zone in my mind
Down to my spine, down to my spine
I ain't 'bout to waste no time
I gotta go pray, I gotta go bind
Lucy wanna steal my prime
Wanna be on my line, wanna be in my rhymes
This is the way that I grind
I'm led by the Vine, sword deadly by design
Blood drippin', so forgiven
Free like oxygen and I'm on the side that's winnin'
In the trenches with the Scriptures
Like I'm pistol-grippin', better be sidin' wit' 'em
The serpent wanna be disturbin'
It's for certain, he forgot where he got his venom
I'll lеave a demon hurtin' if I catch 'em lurkin'
And that goеs for whoever ridin' wit' 'em
'Bout my Father's business, I don't need a witness
If I see a victim, intercedin' wit' 'em
Turn 'em to a victor, plant a seed of wisdom
Then it's Morphin Time like Rita was the villain
Peter with precision, please give me an inklin'
You in need of healin', sever sin up off you
That's a split decision, daughter of the water
Secret sauce is different, utterance is cryptic
I forgot to mention, freezin', see I be season switchin'
He commissioned easin' tension
When Jesus come back, I'm leavin' wit' Him
I let the Holy Spirit speak
I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know
Can't change the message, but switch up the flow
Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes
Catch me at the West End throwin' up the fours
Pick up your cross and die daily
You not a boss, you crybaby
The way that you talkin' is not wavy
'Cause the way that you walkin' is all shady
Pride'll have you thinkin' that you runnin' things
Pride'll make you not even wanna change
Pride'll make you fall deep in love with pain
Pride'll have you thinkin' it's the other thing, like
Hi again, Leviathan, invite him in for pie and gin
He starts playin' with your mind and then the vibes descend
To places you don't like it in, that's why and when
Round and round you're cyclin', now you're poppin' Vicodin
Round and round you're cyclin'
I know a doctor better than anyone on your roster
Red, blue, green, we all impostors
That's why we gotsta stay postured, humble before the Father
He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters
He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters

[Chorus: TuKool Tiff]
I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know
Can't change the message, but switch up the flow
Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes
Catch me at the West End throwin' up the fours
I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know
Can't change the message, but switch up the flow
Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes
Catch me at the West End throwin' up the fours
I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know
Can't change the message, but switch up the flow
Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes
Catch me at the West End

[Verse 2: J. Monty]
Throwin' up a rap, show the stats
I ain't holdin' back, only spittin' facts
By the time I was four, I was the coldest act in the cul-de-sac
(Loaded) So if my opponent attack
I'ma open it, ready, aim, blow a hole in 'em, I told 'em
Ain't no consolin' ya mommy, daddy, sister and ya bro and them
Killers on the corner, no approachin' them
Big big FN, we was totin' them, hit the residents
Jehovah flip and reversed it, Missy Elliott
The bullets left 'em so holy, made the Scripture relevant
I feel better, I'm Bill Belichick with a vendetta
I read the manual, I read Emmanuel's real letters
And Heaven is real, but they wanna settle for deals
They wanna venture into the valley instead of a hill
They wanna fire off on an opp when I'm tellin' 'em "Chill"
He went to Hades and took the key, that's a hell of a steal
I'm checkin' the field, I wrestled the real, I'm blessin' the meal
I read about ya on Wikipedia (Huh), I'm sick of seein' ya (Huh)
You in the media talkin' through a medium
Foggin' the windows, cloggin' the temple, blockin' my kinfolk
Robbin' the simple, choppin' up symbols
How you gon' hate on the flow that inspired you?
Swear I'm biting you
Why would I peek at you when I'm Raichu?
I invited you, I hired you, but I might
Fold ya like the coffee brand, I'm colder than a hockey fan
This ain't copacetic, we learned to cope with the static
It's over, you overly dramatic
He's chosen me to manage the pros and the amateurs
Truth, I'm havin' it, while you decorate the cap like a graduate
Just imagine it, no, I'm not havin' it
Stick to the path, I don't gallivant, we not even, I'm too adamant
No, I'm not havin' that, I got my pen, I been had the raps
You dropped yo' pen like it's Apple Maps
I put the team on, it's too easy, me and Tiff too hungry
We could eat on for eons and eons
I got the beam on to see 'em, Nia Long in neon how I'm gleamin'
I could kill a rapper, start a funeral, create it and plan it
But I know the One who created the planet
So instead of that big big FN that'll kick ya chest in
Hug ya mama, kiss ya best friend
'Cause I don't need a Smith &—

[Chorus: TuKool Tiff]
—Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know
Can't change the message, but switch up the flow
Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes
Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four, for real

[Verse 3: TuKool Tiff]
I'm here to slaughter demons in the name of the Kingdom
The King is undefeated, you can't even beat 'em with legions
The region is bein' impeded by a sequence of Jesus
And frequent repentance, I come against any hindrance
Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix
Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix
Oh no, it's not over, I'm livin' proof that it's faith and not clovers
I Shabach over October, trick or treat
You can't see, it ain't sweet if ya not sober
Get ya mind blown in any time zone I rhyme on
I ain't lyin', homes, that's the time I'm on
God sent me to rhyme my wrongs
And to point you to Him in all my songs
And trust me, I can do this all night long
But I think I should probably stop here, what you think, J?

[Outro: Bobby Gonz & J. Monty]
And at the end of the day, right? Like, uh, it's funny, you
I don't know if you tryna be Christian rapper or what
But for any of those that consider you
To be somethin' that is too boxy, right?
Well, I've been so anti-box, bro
And you've helped me to be anti-box (Hmm)
I, like, your words were so anti-box
Anti-category, anti- all that
Anti-minimalizational or marginalization
To where a Lifer on a Level 4 Yard in Cali State Prison
Could feel freedom