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letra de cravings & withdrawals - emma lee m.c.

1st verse (emma lee m.c.)

eyo, my prints pierce necks like
the heel on the purple-est boot
inking the evidence like
“gimme the loot” “ready to (live)”
pass the shiv and assemble the troops
they’ll hable ya-ya yea
while we shimmy in noose
i recruit queens to crown or
one comes with the two
it’s nina brown simone
on the ones and the two’s
meaning i’m “new jack—city”
wrestle solo or crew
meaning i’m “four women”
88 keys and the truth
meaning i’m “spook” inside and
pookie out of the booth
meaning my tookie’s will ride and
put the floor on the roof
meaning i really wrote the rhymes yea
i doctored the suess
meaning i rap sodomize spit dna proof
it’s baffling and i’m african
from the abdomen
while they’re panicking i’m managing
equip a nation with the handwrittens
claim to be bosses need to be applicants
emma lee m.c. redefining the acronym

hook

said i got a jones in my bones
(is anybody else here craving
some realness?)
said it seems what i got
won’t leave me lone
(non-gmo man i need some real s–t)
said i got a jones in my bones
(i’m having a withdrawal
can i get some more?)
said it seems what i got
won’t leave me lone
(can i get some more? more? more?)
on and on, on and on

2nd verse (emma lee m.c.)

energy is affirmation, reciting adages
they social study i science and
put the math to this
nappy head, chocolate skin
texture and package this
still on single digits level ain’t maximus
don’t be name dropping the panthers n—a
was giving service in harlem
you n—-s just geek over wakanda
be a better friend, parent, or partner
we healing scars that you harbored and
yoking demons up by their collar
it’s no filler in my chocolate powder
we quality over branding from
ideation to idle sampling
we never stretch or dilute the power
we stress commitment to freshness for
day and night and the wee hours
this chocolate “water” ain’t
common or childish
this strength level could devil’s food
this diesel is vin and sour
this sweet insurance don’t
cover the cowards
we antidote for the doubters
imparting gifts like the baby shower
hook

3rd verse (bahamadia)

elaine brownish sorta my spiritual palate
radical motive militant movement
i’m proven solid
mincingly candid my voice is valid
in spite of every power
that be who summoned its silence
an acquired taste rarest in a crowded sp-ce
where over saturated lanes with laymen
posing as creatives like they’ve made it
ego inflated due to virtual engagement
focused on wages demonic entertainment
balance what i really think we craving
but bottom line
art is the expression of life
so where we are now
is indicative of the times
shifting the paradigm it what it is
never one to bicker and whine
not the gatekeeper kind
only territorial bout what’s rightfully mine
could coexist cause i know
it is not a compromise
just one coin with two different sides, yo
hook

outro cuts

(d’angelo – “jonz in my bonz”)
(erykah badu – “on & on”)

- emma lee m c

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