Emotional Redux

MoSS & Big Gov & V-Stylez & Guilty Simpson & Willie the Kid & Jon Connor - Rap
Emotional Redux
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Duration: 5:08
Lyrics
[Intro] Woo It's your man V-Styles Yo My man MoSS Yo Yeah, Simpson, yeah, yo Ha, damn [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Don't take it personal, every verse is so versatile Homie my punch line be turning them black and purple Look, I get abusive when it come to this music You sounded better muted me vs you is like Humors vs muters you you spark I defuse it You already knew this cause when I blow I'm a newget Every track I show my ass like a nudist Who this? The young nigga that's the talk of the town Who doubting my sound? That's like hoping the dog finna drown That's impossible, sick and I should be locked in the hospital This is a hostage note to anyone who had doubt that I was dope Watching closely as they OD, promethazine and codeine You mother fuckers down they feel like they on leave I give them what they needed they feed us so I'm it You'll want his good so I ain't stopping until somebody bleeds Shit I bit worm when I put y'all on notice 'Cause playing with money is like playing with my emotions [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Integrity, I'm from the gritty Where cops sport [?] T Integral sweater I swear nobody better The gray sweats where my gun kept I keep composure, compulsive, I'm camoflauge You can't feel your pulse I'm supposed to push foreign cars, support the cause My comma sweet as karma Varsity jacket like Kevin Arnold in my wonder years You're still wondering bling check with the flow I filled numbers in I been in a mountain filled shit You and your feeling my nigga 5 four appeals I beat the case and then broadcast it like Kacy kase them Champagne by the case Balenciagas lace them Bitches I never chase them they understand my story Blue diamond morning glory ghetto glamorous Shot glasses half a glance at this gun room Michigan Cardia glasses bling canvases I paint a vivid picture [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] I'm a bomb detonated, yo my flows explode You like an empty six shooter with no time to reload I flick your light punk I know how to fight If you don't know you can kiss it good night I'm a magnet to those chicks come around watch them stick With little brother up on my end yeah they feeling it See hip hop and weed see we form a collinist Stay away from fake gangster fake ain't running shit My energy is untamed after this then we bring the pain Swag niggers your words are stupid dumb All my sleep weary yea I get loud Fight for my beliefs always stand proud See the ring you will be kissing if you don't You will be missing in the trunk of a catti Yea I know you be pissing You should have swallowed your pride You should have listened Your time it haven't risen [Verse 4: V-Styles] I get up every morning knowing there is another eye to even out I reach my destination there is no time in sleeping now Just when niggers think it was safe to be garbage artiste They started becoming targets and now they really departed I'm here now and this is my inauguration I'm finally in office And I ain't letting up off of one wanting to be bosses The ones that usually talk like they are the hardest or the softest You just wait until you see their face dripping like Leo faucets I am from the same city as J dilla a real killers behind me From south west detroit to H Pilla so don't disrespect will Be tolerated back off or get glamorated gold squawk consolidated Yes I'm a beast on so many levels with the soul of a rebel And a God flow I'll never give my soul to the devil A mars you know exactly what to do with knee kill V williams John Conor spitting the sickest of flu They emotional when the cat is awake [Verse 5: Big Gov] And rats happily play back in the day we stay in the area Cruise the avenues mentality of wounded animals survival mode I dropped your body like a domino no acting when in drama mode The flow is no comical nah I'm walking pneumonia The target is stone kill I flow and I'm so to supreme And I know team come parted at the scenes I got ties that won't slack they vest up That's how you get them dressed up press what We don't respect your rules we keep slipping in the vest And wet your dos you fall in this box standing back When I go from man to man maniac I'm emotional
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Credits
- Producers
- Pro Logic
- MoSS