Bars to The Enemy by Big L by Will and The Mix Lyrics

[Verse]
I hant got checks to brag about, I brag about skill
The best rapper out searching for a faggot to kill
And I hant a fuck to give about the records you sold
When Swae Lee sounds like you fucking ten years old
I'm peeling wigs like Apache, ya can't match me
Rhyme thoughts travel through my mind like taxis
I don't give fuck if my hooks aren't catchy
Cause y'all fail when ya try but I'm dope nat'rlly
Beats want to be with me, other rappers want to be me
Will and The fucking Mix, lyrical genius genie
Eat rappers like a Kiwi or some Linguine
Or Paninis coz they're more feminine than bikinis
They're minimum on a minim or a crotchet, they lost it
I be knocking out they're props no matter how much it costed
I drop a deadly curse in every verse out my dome piece
Postpone peace from Greece to close as my own street