Another Enemy
Natas Lyrics

What time is it? Ain't no need to check the clock (Fuck it)
The current situation is so bad that it has caused a time freeze and it's not worth checking the clock to know the time.

Cause time stopped (Fuck it) Game over (Game over)
The situation is so dire that everything seems to have come to an end.

When we gun this You'll get punished Detroit re-runs this Don't get me confused with MC's still payin' dues
The artist warns that anyone who opposes them will face dire consequences, and they should not be mistaken for other MCs still learning the ropes.

I'm a classic, let me spit my acid Stay in an all glass kit Until I burn up in my casket My carnivores dramatic I'm sick, sicker than sick Bitch suck my dick
The performer is confident in their unique style and is unapologetic about their belligerent lyrics, even in the face of death.

I still bust all slugs and thugs And get to fuck you to with Don't care, yo shit's spilt Never admit Cause killas don't talk about the murders they commit Come again now!
The artist boasts about their violent tendencies and keeps their illegal activities a secret, just like other killers do.

(Chorus) (Y'all fucked us again, now watcha gone do nigga?) Just another motherfuckin enemy Just another motherfuckin enemy Just another motherfuckin enemy Just another motherfuckin enemy
The chorus repeats that the singer's enemies are a frequent occurrence, and they are tired of this cycle of conflict and aggression.

Now before you get yo ass beat Don't ask how I'm livin' or what my religion Niggas want me to hand the mic to the participant down and give it Roll me to the top from a site But I'm a all night rider type You better be ready for war in the worst way When you decide to fight You can't get paid on the streets So hold on tight, until you heat Lookin at me like you got somethin to say Don't even try to speak Its killa bee kill say please Murder really ain't no sin to me A million motherfuckers with me Then I call it a million enemies Come on!
The artist advises their opponents not to ask personal questions and to prepare for a violent confrontation. They emphasize that they are always ready for war and that there is no conscience involved when committing murder.

Run they mouth, from here to down south Don't know what the fuck they talkin bout We from Detroit got too much fuckin clouds Stay off my route I'm bout bout murder No doubt You gone clean the shower But when you right I hail out out
The performer dismisses their enemies' talk and asserts that their hometown of Detroit is superior. They express their proclivity for murder with pride.

Kickin off that game Call timeout Young niggas gone find out Who's supportin the braids >From underground And watch me climb out I'm all about that wicket shit I scream ?Never die!? The game is getting stormy now Can you win the ride? Come on!
The artist warns that the game is becoming more intense and that not everybody will survive. They declare their love for their dark and wicked style but also acknowledge that they could be defeated in this stormy game.