Benefit - My Enemy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm on the run
It's after me, It won't stop attacking me
Everywhere I look, I see Hip-Hop blasphemy
I'm running down the street in the middle of the night
I'll never loose sight, I forever will fight
Why is it after me? Why does it have to be
So hard to actually Be an emcee?
Commercial Hip-Hop just won't stop
I'm running so hard but it just won't drop
I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten
Open up The Source and there it is again
Starring me right in the eye
Computer generated so I know it won't die
I throw the magazine, look around the corner, coast is clean
I take off running, looking like a dope fiend
The commercial industry demon Started screaming
I'm out of breath, barely breathing
There's gotta be a way to end this madness
At least knock him out for the count at best
I dash into a record store trying to avoid him
Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him
I check the store's top 20 see what they got
There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot
I jet, covered in sweat, dripping wet
Kick in gear faster then a Turbo Vette
I run hard from this demon disease
But it doesn't come at ease when you run in in Wallabees
The mall's coming up on my right hand side
I figure inside it'd be easy to hide
I make my way in this mad crowded place
Everybody's rocking shirts with the demon's face
I exit the mall, leave the back way
Can't take it longer I been running all day
I manage to make it to the subway
But the demons gaining on me so I can't stay
I'm running as fast as I can
I pause for a second, pull out my royal blue paint can
I begin tagging graffiti on the wall
As I keep bombing, the demon starts to fall
Looks like he can't take real Hip-Hop
Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop
Keep burning till the wall it lit, and that's it
My tag reads BENEFIT
I ran out of paint just I was gonna do him in
I better run, the demon's getting up again
I exit the subway, back to the streets
Off in the distance I hear some dope beats
I run towards the music, I think I'm gonna lose it
I’m running so hard the my feet start bruising
I see glimpses

I drop to the ground and start breakdancing
The demon slows down, I pop into a stall
I do a windmill and the demon starts to fall
Looks like it can't take real Hip-Hop
Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop
I keep breaking til my legs start shaking
I gotta stop cause my body can't take it
I get up, Start running again
The demon does the same guess this will never end
I Still hear the music that I heard before
And its coming from a Hip-Hop record store
I make it to the side and see ruckus adds
They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed
The demon fell hard, that commercial thug
But I had to stop scratching there was too much blood
I went through 3 elements, the demon's still drilling
Now I can't believe all the blood that I'm spilling
The demon gets back up on his feet
I grab an instrumental record and put on a dope beat
I can't run anymore, no energy
So I grab a mic and scream "Demon, come battle me!"
I started spitting out metaphors right and left
I told him that he needs to start biting less
I told him he needs to come original
I told him in Hip-Hop, this is critical
He started shaking, he couldn't take it any more
His heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor
Looks like I found out what made him drop
And that was the end of commercial Hip-Hop