Keep Your Enemies Closer - Faulkner, Royce 5'9

We got distribution, Beijing, Belize

We got distribution in the air and seas

We got drivers waiting in our vans

Blueprint’s dry we don’t show you our plans

We got bail bondsmen on payroll

We read Machiavelli, Arthur Rimbaud

And I’m moving closer to my enemies

Want to sleep and breathe the air that they breathe

I’m in my enemies homes

I wear my enemies clothes

Be formless

Like air and water

Power is unknown

Nickle

I said I started out trusting people way too quickly

Life on the edge living too dangerously

Now it ain’t no mystery

That no weapon shall prosper that’s been formed or aimed against me

I keep my grass cut, low to protect isles, from rodents and reptiles

We throw them projectiles, throw dirt on my name tearing Down my identity

instead of friends

I know the whereabouts of my enemies

I’ll be keeping them close to me so eventually hopefully I can say that I found

peace mentally, socially

Who gon' still be there when all of the drinks are gone?

None of them who were there when all the drinks were flowing

You got a rider, a roller, just know a coward is colder

That Patrón was something I definitely was powerless over

So I got me a lawyer, and I got me a shrink

No other out there’s like me, my kind probably extinct

But guess what?

I’m in my enemies homes

I wear my enemies clothes

Be formless

Like air and water

Power is unknown