Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Emotional Redux, artist - Moss. Album song Marching to the Sound of My Own Drum, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MoSS Appeal
Song language: English
Emotional Redux |
Woo |
It’s your man V-Styles |
Yo |
My man MoSS |
Yo |
Yeah, Simpson, yeah, yo |
Ha, damn |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |