[Verse 1]
Pollute, that's what you wanna do
Make music with a negative point of view
sh**'s doo-doo, no imagination necessary
Soul hard lead, broke head I'm a visionary
Interplanetary, form world's with my mind
Time unwinds, climbs like an incline
Find Em3 if you want a dope dose of rhyme
Just insert, invert and fly
Off we go, another vision full of color
Cinematic flow, windblown better pull the cover
See my soul glow, steel toe booted brother
Kicking in doors, if you didn't know brother
Em3, three M's put together
Simply infinity full of ever
Emcees just flee when I set a letter
Better get a sweater, mic check like blizzard weather
Plan B, get ready for a double header
Two's better than one, I'm a twin-jetter
Singe feathers, trend-setter dressed in black leather
All black chrome, a new kind of go-getter
Man made reservoir, been clever
Em3 run dry that'll be never
My river of thought couldn't be wetter
So lay back, roll up, and get your soul up!
[Verse 2]
Pollute, that's what you wanna do
Make music with a negative point of view
sh**'s boo-boo no imagination necessary
Soul hard lead, broke head I'm an emissary
Styles may vary
Many pigments in the painted picture I'm sharing
Am I asking? No, I'm daring
Don't be scared of the words I'm pairing in a paragraph's framework
James T. Kirk on the mic device
So nice with the free flow fly delight
One slice of the pie chart
My art's height is an arc that arches from a viewer's sight
So high, that's how I feel tonight
No lies will appear in what my pencil writes
So try to envision what I describe
Just vibe but attention is a must have
Brain waves on beta rhythm
But your body is a bloody prison
Can't see me so you gotta listen
Touch down for an Em3 session
Gotta make space for my herbal essence
Burn one and I find heaven
Jackpot like a triple seven
So stuck long gone but I'm still present
A mighty calm pleasance
Em3, a pseudonym for elegance