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