***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Death To My Enemies - 林凡
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[00:00.000]作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[00:08.667]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[00:11.269]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[00:15.825]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:20.571]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:26.254]***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
[00:29.344]Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
[00:31.639]They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
[00:34.199]Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
[00:37.002]They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
[00:39.552]Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
[00:42.287]Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
[00:44.623]Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
[00:47.320]D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
[00:49.846]It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
[00:52.664]Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
[00:55.030]I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
[00:57.892]Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
[01:00.384]I make it hard to breathe
[01:02.351]I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
[01:05.077]Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
[01:07.610]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[01:09.956]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[01:12.487]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[01:17.037]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:22.021]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:27.171]Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
[01:30.083]We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
[01:31.072]Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
[01:33.668]This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
[01:36.062]It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
[01:39.209]Let off a clip or let a case off
[01:41.706]I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
[01:44.248]Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
[01:46.393]You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
[01:48.918]See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
[01:51.504]I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
[01:53.738]I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
[01:56.205]This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
[01:58.945]Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
[02:01.567]It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
[02:04.249]I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
[02:06.945]Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
[02:09.586]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[02:11.301]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[02:13.747]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[02:18.251]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:22.850]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:28.982]Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
[02:31.786]Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
[02:34.367]Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
[02:36.877]They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
[02:39.323]Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
[02:42.051]I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
[02:44.918]That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
[02:47.243]And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
[02:49.898]Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
[02:52.362]The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
[02:54.942]It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
[02:57.528]No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
[02:59.967]You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
[03:02.634]My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
[03:05.279]Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
[03:07.735]Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
[03:10.303]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[03:12.509]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[03:14.947]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[03:19.513]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[03:24.421]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
移調 原調
作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
AEmEEmAC#mD#mECCm
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
CB
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
D#mEmECE
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
EmED#ED#E
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
EmEC#mA#mD#ECm
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
EC#mAC#m
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
C
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
D#E
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
C#mAC
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
D#
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
EmE
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
EmE
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
EmG
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
CD#D#m
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
EmC#mEm
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
AC#m
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
EmAEm
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
C#mEm
I make it hard to breathe
AEmF#mGm
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
AEA#m
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
EC#mE
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
EmED#
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
ED#ECE
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
EmA#mD#ECmE
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
C#mAC
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
D#EC#mA
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
C
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 E 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 E 小調、速度約每分鐘 72 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 E、Em、C#m、A。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以極端暴力與金錢權力對抗敵人，展現黑道生態的殘酷現實。
主題
描繪幫派鬥爭中的生存掙扎，探討暴力、金錢與權力的交織關係，並凸顯主角的威脅性與控制欲。
情緒
強烈的敵意、壓迫感與冷酷無情，混合著對權力的貪婪與對敵人的滅絕意念。
意象與手法
運用「屍體裝袋」、「槍戰」、「cash cow」等具象暴力符號，搭配「Damien」（基督教中敵基督象徵）、「Lucifer」（撒旦）等神話意象，強化反叛與毀滅氛圍；透過重複句式與節奏感強的詞句，營造緊張的街頭氛圍。
重點句解讀
1. 「I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass」
原文直譯將你的屍體裝進袋子，面對我，我正緊追你不放。
解析以具體行動展現對敵人的徹底消滅意圖，暗示暴力的即時性與殘忍性。
2. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」
原文直譯我給我的兄弟錢，讓他們對我的敵人帶來死亡。
解析揭露黑道生態中金錢與暴力的交換關係，顯示權力結構的殘酷邏輯。
3. 「I'm like Damien, motherer, when I start gettin' loose on y」
原文直譯我像Damien（敵基督），當我開始失控時。
解析引用宗教神話強化自身作為破壞象徵的威脅性，暗示無可逆轉的毀滅力量。
適合情境
適合需要面對強烈對抗情境時聆聽，或用於探討社會邊緣群體生存狀態的文本分析。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌曲的呈現方式相當特殊，雖然掛著林凡的名字，但內容卻是不折不扣的硬派嘻哈，這在當年確實讓不少老樂迷感到驚喜。曲中那種充滿侵略性的節奏，搭配著極度強烈、甚至帶有暴力美學的詞句，描繪出一種在街頭叢林中求生存、面對敵手毫不退讓的肅殺感。那種對於金錢與權力的執著，以及隨時準備反擊的決絕，透過節奏的堆疊，讓聽的人彷彿能感受到空氣中凝結的緊張氣氛。
雖然這不是一般大眾印象中林凡那種深情款款的抒情風格，但正是這種反差，展現了歌手在音樂演繹上的寬度。這首歌適合在心緒煩悶、需要一點力量來宣洩時聽，它那種直白且毫不留情的敘事，或許能讓你從生活的瑣碎壓力中，感受到一股原始的衝擊力。站長覺得，音樂的魅力就在這裡，即便風格如此強烈，依然能讓人聽見歌手在詮釋不同角色時的投入與專注，這也是為什麼我們總能在不同類型的作品中，發現歌手隱藏的另一面。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中運用大量槍械與街頭術語，營造出充滿張力與殺伐氣息的敘事氛圍。
・透過「達米安」與「路西法」等神話及影視意象，強烈對比出主角展現力量時的毀滅感。
・副歌透過重複敘述金錢與敵人的消亡，展現出資源分配與暴力手段之間絕對的連結性。
・歌詞中運用跑車、名牌與街頭衝突的具象化描寫，刻畫出從無到有、在險惡環境中崛起的強勢姿態。