J-live - Enough lyrics

[Verse 1:] Boy Sand runnin wit scissors Spread peace and love to brothers an sisters Maintain during heat waves an blizzards Tell cats the deal with zeal and vigor Whizkids, monks, magi, and wizards More than enough, guts and gizzards It is evident, props I deserve Think the president is half lizard Long way from the basement with Big Tigga No Vietcong ever called me n***a It's not pop even though it's popular Ask unto God to stop my ticker Ho, ho, ho, Kwanzaa and Hanukkah School of hardknocks, head hall monitor This boy not for Brandy or Monica Stevie caught harm on the harmonica I represent a brand new species Run up on yo windshield wit brand new squeegies Type a champ make you think I eat mad wheaties Type of flow make you think I drink mad Fiji I don't know Mercedes from Mitsubishi I don't mess wit no girl dressed too shi-shi Brands be on the tip but they is so cheesy Staples bu*ton ish makes the ish looks easy Enough! [Verse 2:] Come your highness, they await you Pardon my slick talk, rap tourettes Mind like a steel trap, open as a milk crate Eloquent, elephant that neva forgets Ever since my congress with ca**ettes From the moment you sent it (senate) to my house of reps I feel a buster get so upset When I lay down the law on bills at the steps Capital J, always been the constant, consonant Consistent, concrete Drop sh**, like I'm incontinent Hot sh** on every continent Good grief, my favorite compliment Good tea, my only supplement Appreciate all my properties Nothing stoppin me when I up the rent My cure for things that I can't prevent First I vent, then I circumvent No need to throw softball underhand This is Alice in Chains, live from wonderland God damn, louder clap your hands! To what he's doin, on tempo jack Steal the show then engage the low jack I know it's a trap car, I'll bring it right back Enough! [Verse 3:] On the mantle, blowin out the candle Drunk holy man, no sandals See him as he wanders, everything he squanders Recognized by old break dance graffiti bombers Bag full of paint still dance in the rain Way short on the credit, damn it's a shame Clown with a smile still enhancing the game Laugh like a muhf**a, Back in the team Be on the humane, met the light bearer Caught a sensation like you standin' in the mirror Still doesn't get it could I write it any clearer Get yo popcorn as the night gets nearer And once the sun comes back Claim in the day, you neva faked one jack They push the panic bu*ton summin like a thumb tack In fact they used to say that sh** is dumb whack Right off the coast you could feel it like a breeze So brand new to put yo mind at ease Worse than d**, yeah stress is a disease So far gone, never find me please You mail the storm in, CCing the night They boy's way on when he rockin his mic Homeboy Sandman, Kurious Carnage, clearing the way Come on cease with the garbage Enough!