X-el, André Norbeck - Enemy lyrics

Ha ha yo André
Whatchu think about this fake ass bitch
Claiming to be all top tier
With a payed feature from Drake, hehe
Drake don't even know who the fuck you are
But one day he'll know who we are though
Ye ye rooo!

Maybe I just got a little personal with it
Those exposure lines didn't hurt
Your feelings did it? (did it?)
How you claim to be a
Rapper when you don't rap? (naaa)
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak fuck that!
We don't need another one of those (No)
You're just someone that I feel
Like I gotta expose (ha)
The music industry can't take no more fakes
(Ye ye) that's why we're here
Keeping it raw and forever real (Uh, Ye ye)


The kilter's off balance
With all these fake talents
Everyone's a rapper now with
All their fake talons
Scratching an pulling and yanking
The chains dissing
When every shot they take I swear
To god is fucking missing
I heard you got dissed by a rapper named
"Ghost Tha Don" "Ghost Tha Don"?
Man I fucked your mom sike bitch I'm kidding
Both of your responses sucked ass
So I know that you won't write back
But if you do on the flip side
Just know that i will be here so decide
If you want to take a chance at redemption
Just so you can get some real recognition
(Ooo) go grab a pen or tap on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're
Fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael
Calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper huh guess to you
We are one and the same (Ouch)
I won't fall for the games (Nope)
But I'm bringing the blades (Ugh)
To cut the idea of you charting
At all the fuck away (haha)
I said it once, and I'ma say it Again
I'm X-el do I really need an introduction
(Wooo)
Metaphorically collecting body bags is a
Bad hobby I have especially when I'm mad
I'm very quick to attack
So Norbeck, finish this!
Show him and all his invisible
Fans whatchu you have

Ah shit, Ah shit, X-el
You could’ve told me that we back again
Another fucking rapper in the
Game that everybody already
Been saying that so I’m better than
But, I heard he got a
Feature from the best out
One call and I found out facts
And if he been paying for the features
But they ain’t heard of his tracks
Adrenaline spike, my will over Mike
I'm older than ice
I’ve seen your ass out begging for likes
See, I’m the entity enemy is failing to see
Then you offer me a promo
For like fifty a week
You’ve been paying for the plays
Still less than a K
Inspecting the elements so it
Looks that you paid
But bro, I got 90k fans on my TikTok
And about mill on this other page
Yet if you do a little
Search, hoping it would work
You see that fans turned fake (Ye ye)
I’m the don, bring it on, I’ma hit it all raw
If you failing to ball, don't ball at all
But the money sure came a long way (Uh)
But money just can't buy talent
Talking to all of your clients
And you must be lying if
Say you ain't scamming
You got three people bumping your cloud
But, That’s you on three different accounts
I'm a living independent fucking legend
When I hit it
It’s the pinnacle of every single
Part of your existence
Good riddance, I ain’t been finished
Still been with it
Pen is like a pistol hitting you
Up when I whip it
And if you really sold about a milly
Then How is it I ain't ever Seen a track
(No no)
Cause I just went and did a little research
And the instrumentals ain't
Really your tracks (Ugh)
I just did a little research
And look what I found (found, found)
Little pitty Michael and all
Of his stream counts
About a hundred on this one, fifty on that
Seventy five here, Let’s do the math
If one stream’s worth one third of a penny
And you looking at the money
Michael says he be getting
You can tell by the fact
That it doesn't add up
And that Michael is a liar and
Ain't sucking it up bitch! -
Alright, we need to bring the
Beat back for this -
Game is getting carried by
People wanting the fame
So they want to look like
What couldn't be made it’s insane
But I mean I understand for game
But at least back it up with
Some tracks or a flame
I don't know who the fuck
You think you catering too
Saying that you on a tour
But not one video to prove
The voice unbearable, mix so terrible
The way you stealing from all these artist
Makes me wanna be a cannibal, ah!
(Wooo) metaphorically speaking of course
Let’s not make this boy go cry anymore
You can't diss us, piss off
Let’s see the listeners
And how you be the one
Claiming to be vicious bad mouthed
No mouth on this crackhead
You couldn't handle the business
Let me handle the business
Cause you couldn’t handle a business
Ain't that right?
Handling business? See? Handling
Business? Fuck it
Let me see the counting then
Whenever I be out here lemme see a video
And I will turn to forget it all
In the minimal
You should feel the venom when
I be in the booth
Cause the people you claiming to be
There ain't gon be saving you
M to the W, run up onto you
Lock in the truth than when I’m done with you
Summon the monster up under you
Coming for all that you claiming
Was all of you pardon me
If I murdered you and every
Part of your Reality uh!
I don't wanna do this, but you made me do it
This ain't bar for bar
This is only saying the truth shit
Hehe Bitch