More Emotion Lyrics – Paul Ray
Singer: Paul Ray
Title: More Emotion
Ya don’t quit, ya don’t quit…
Hit it, hit it, hit it…
A lotta energy would hail from anger in the past
It’s irritatin’, rappers couldn’t be more lamer when they cash a cripple
Plus your woman got peerless autographs from #ss to nipples
I laugh a little at those who got booed in show
Losin’ those who respect ’em, mistakin’ you fools for bros
We got more fatness than aerobic’s class hits
Classic like rap albums from the 80s but we master
Reincarnated in another city, we ain’t cosmic
Went to local shows, those sounds be dirty and gritty
You heard me in {?}, rhymes i kick to uplift the crowd to sh#t
You probably need a spliff to come up with
It’s 7-1 in the house, check it out now
It’s 75th in the house, check it out, check it out
It’s 79th in the house
What about them kids from the {?} ? they in the house
The crowd gets loud enough to get me high with enjoyment
Desires to fire words like unemployment
Like unemployment, like unemployment…
Hit it, hit it, hit it…
The more emotion i put into it, the harder i rock
I throw questions at the crowd to see who representin’ what
Gang robberies put aside, debut non chicagoans
We follow in the footsteps of jean baptiste point du sable
Got you grovelin’ for mercy, you’re hallowin’
You got a problem and it can’t be treated
Man you need it ’cause when i’m bare sh#t your fans’ll see it
Damn so be it, i gotta sewn up like pants depleted
Crews to break dance till the jam’s completed
My emotion and will proves my mode of the kill
Any rappers posin’ as real not know and sit
Just feels like vanity when i’m rockin’ leisurely
Emcees’ll be payin’ fees to me ’cause they never appease to me
Not knowin’ your woman fiends for me
Don’t look in the crowd, she might be backstage or upfront
Lovin’ me when i’m rockin’ lovely with the lights above me
With the lights above me, with the lights above me…
Hit it, hit it, hit it…
The more emotion i put into it, the harder i rock
They say i only got birth from 7-1 and 7-9
They liars use 11 rhymes to pass flimsy rappers
Live fliers as skimpy as peers, my status or lyricism
Is the baddest, no criticism, cookin’ isms with ’em
In the battle, i try to crack your bodies like pottery
Try to take the mic, i steal that #ss like robbery (true, true)
It’s eatin’ ya eye, you could forget about keepin’ your high
Once you’re above and a finished product
From 33 and uh, 33, uh
When i go ill like the bottomless pit, once i drop a message
Chicago wants realness, not approximate sh#t
It’s 87th in the house, check it out, check it out
The wild 100s in the house, check it out, check it out
The jeffrey manor in the house
North, south, east and westside without a doubt
Sayin’ peace to other cities and all eyes on shail
Once i provide skills for shows, slide me the bills
I’m out, i’m out…
Hit it, hit it, hit it…
The more emotion i put into it, the harder i rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it…
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