Popular Demand

[Intro]
Aww
Shout-out to Push, shout-out to Malice
Fam-Lay, Ab-Liva (Enemy of the State)
Re-Up
Nigga, we up
G's up
Winding it down, but
Yeah

[Verse 1]
It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming
All my raps is superflat, all your raps is super wack
Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block
You can call it "shooting craps," and my roof is back
And my wings is up
Kingda Ka without Kahlua
So, you ain't got to pour the king a cup
Young Yakuza, but none of my fingers cut
So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up
Made man: You can call this "cleaning up"
I'm OCD: I never think it's clean enough
That's what defines me: I never think it's mean enough
Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz
You gon' need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of
I'm just achieving buzz
So, stay out of son way like you're drinking blood
This is what it feels like to be in love

[Break]
Enemy
Enemy of the State
State
Haha
I mean, come on

[Verse 2]
I mean, look at what I'm dropping here
Do this for the block and the blogosphere
No, you ain't ready for the heavy
So, I'll keep it light as jogging gear
I don't want the throne—I want the helicopter rocking chair
Jay gave me a co-sign like I was Rocawear
But be clear: I'm not the heir
I'm the water, fire and the earth
That means I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst
And plus, the real God has been on my side since birth
I hope that He forgives me
I hope I do His work in every single verse
Now I might do a dance—I might even jerk
Tell them niggas, "Don't hate"
Only God is great, Enemy of the State