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Justin Hughes - Who’s Your Enemy? Lyrics



Justin Hughes - Who’s Your Enemy? Lyrics




Love it when they hear my shit for the first time
Love it when they hit back like damn, you nice
Damn, you nice, boy, you really do this
Started with a blue mic, real high voice, now I gotta
Go stupid, go crazy
Started with a blue ice W.K.D
Move onto the vodka, whisky, like I just turned
Like I, like I just turned eighteen
I'm not even twenty but the penny drop, I'm cold
Ugh, ugh, I polish that gold
When I do drop, know I'm doing it with soul
Been a while for the middle child, J Cole
Mean no disrespect, I grew up on Skep
Then outgrew my friends who couldn't f*ck with gecs
I ain't scared of new shit, ain't scared of fusion
I stay inclusive, love ain't exclusive
How you getting triggered 'bout some people getting triggered
Then you go and get on Twitter
And get triggered by delivery?
And flows that dance around the beat
It's called subjectivity
How you getting triggered 'bout some people getting triggered
Then you go and get on Twitter
And get triggered by identity?
It don't make sense to me
These mof*ckers don't really know their enemy

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight

Spoke to some guy in the pub the other day
He said he "hates the way they shove it in our face
Hate the way they force it on our kids
Hate the way they televise for clicks
Like what happened to Christian values?
Take 'em all to church
Give 'em Bible studies, not social studies
Take 'em all to church"
Uh, bitch, think for yourself
You look up to man sat on criminal wealth
Your heroes rely on you living in hell
And you submit 'cause they warn you of hell
Uh, yeah, who's your enemy?
Uh, who's your f*cking enemy?
Give them a column or give them a comma
What do you expect from a child of honour?
What do you expect, kid who weren't taught respect
Gon' get rich and push down, they gon' make you a goner
They'll start a chat show, say it ain't your fault
Blame all your issues on kids and the foreign
Don't eat it up, keep you easy and broke
Think for yourself, don't rely on one column

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight

Like all the time, all the time
I can't help but feel like this all the time
All the time, you made your mind
You made your mind up now
You made your mind, make it right
Guess your mind's made up, you ain't a side switcher
Go red when your kids can't side wit' you
I'll be friendly wit' you but I can't vibe wit' you
We the new gen, yeah, nuff time wit' you
Feel so sick of these old ways, oldies
I'll top a record in my dorm now, show me
Where you learnt your shit, cool brodie
All I needed was a year of being lonely
Laptop with a backlog, grow slowly
Camcord vids on my old black Sony
TikTok tricks couldn't ever console me
Didn't play games on my Xbox or Wii
Sometimes go ghost for a whole week
Lockdown was a whole thing for me
COVID was a whole switch for me
Got sick, then I got sick of phonies
Got better then I got sick again
Making tunes so fine like it's something Michelin
Uh, show up when I can
Speak for yourself, you a fan
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight-fight-fight

Yeah, tell me again how I do it
I'm losing myself, and the months they all passing away
Now I am twenty and I got no pennies
My money is thinning and grey
Didn't drink for a month and I still got my issues
Don't tell me this shit's clear as day
Still got my project, still got my conscience
And I still got shit to say
Hi there
It's a new day, get up, just don't lie there
Lie there
Got a new PM but I know he gon' lie there
Still
That's how I feel
Standards are low in the field
Laughing at TVs but this is real
(Laughing at TVs but this is real)
This whole gen radicalised, ready to die
Told they ain't one of a kind, they gotta fight
Told they got shit on they mind and it ain't right
It's cold street rioting by the alt-right
It's cold street rioting by the alt-right
It's called protesting by the alt-right
It's cold (alright, alright)
It's cold (alright, alright)
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English

Love it when they hear my shit for the first time
Love it when they hit back like damn, you nice
Damn, you nice, boy, you really do this
Started with a blue mic, real high voice, now I gotta
Go stupid, go crazy
Started with a blue ice W.K.D
Move onto the vodka, whisky, like I just turned
Like I, like I just turned eighteen
I'm not even twenty but the penny drop, I'm cold
Ugh, ugh, I polish that gold
When I do drop, know I'm doing it with soul
Been a while for the middle child, J Cole
Mean no disrespect, I grew up on Skep
Then outgrew my friends who couldn't f*ck with gecs
I ain't scared of new shit, ain't scared of fusion
I stay inclusive, love ain't exclusive
How you getting triggered 'bout some people getting triggered
Then you go and get on Twitter
And get triggered by delivery?
And flows that dance around the beat
It's called subjectivity
How you getting triggered 'bout some people getting triggered
Then you go and get on Twitter
And get triggered by identity?
It don't make sense to me
These mof*ckers don't really know their enemy

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight

Spoke to some guy in the pub the other day
He said he "hates the way they shove it in our face
Hate the way they force it on our kids
Hate the way they televise for clicks
Like what happened to Christian values?
Take 'em all to church
Give 'em Bible studies, not social studies
Take 'em all to church"
Uh, bitch, think for yourself
You look up to man sat on criminal wealth
Your heroes rely on you living in hell
And you submit 'cause they warn you of hell
Uh, yeah, who's your enemy?
Uh, who's your f*cking enemy?
Give them a column or give them a comma
What do you expect from a child of honour?
What do you expect, kid who weren't taught respect
Gon' get rich and push down, they gon' make you a goner
They'll start a chat show, say it ain't your fault
Blame all your issues on kids and the foreign
Don't eat it up, keep you easy and broke
Think for yourself, don't rely on one column

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight

Like all the time, all the time
I can't help but feel like this all the time
All the time, you made your mind
You made your mind up now
You made your mind, make it right
Guess your mind's made up, you ain't a side switcher
Go red when your kids can't side wit' you
I'll be friendly wit' you but I can't vibe wit' you
We the new gen, yeah, nuff time wit' you
Feel so sick of these old ways, oldies
I'll top a record in my dorm now, show me
Where you learnt your shit, cool brodie
All I needed was a year of being lonely
Laptop with a backlog, grow slowly
Camcord vids on my old black Sony
TikTok tricks couldn't ever console me
Didn't play games on my Xbox or Wii
Sometimes go ghost for a whole week
Lockdown was a whole thing for me
COVID was a whole switch for me
Got sick, then I got sick of phonies
Got better then I got sick again
Making tunes so fine like it's something Michelin
Uh, show up when I can
Speak for yourself, you a fan
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't, I can
Said that I couldn't

Uh, get up in a fight
Only when online
Only when it might
Get up in a fight
On a site, out of sight
Twitter fingers type
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Get up in a fight
Fuelling the fire
Get up in a fight-fight-fight

Yeah, tell me again how I do it
I'm losing myself, and the months they all passing away
Now I am twenty and I got no pennies
My money is thinning and grey
Didn't drink for a month and I still got my issues
Don't tell me this shit's clear as day
Still got my project, still got my conscience
And I still got shit to say
Hi there
It's a new day, get up, just don't lie there
Lie there
Got a new PM but I know he gon' lie there
Still
That's how I feel
Standards are low in the field
Laughing at TVs but this is real
(Laughing at TVs but this is real)
This whole gen radicalised, ready to die
Told they ain't one of a kind, they gotta fight
Told they got shit on they mind and it ain't right
It's cold street rioting by the alt-right
It's cold street rioting by the alt-right
It's called protesting by the alt-right
It's cold (alright, alright)
It's cold (alright, alright)
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Length: 4:19
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