B-One - Emotions lyrics

[MF Grimm] Who will survive in World War III? (None!) Who got a style that come close to me? (None!) n***as screaming "battle", who step to me? (None!) To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker My brain's a freeway broken up to intersections Ambidextrous into music, also into drug connections In the industry and the streets, I am the man Take royalties by these kis, that's 6000 grams Now Grimm Reap's legit, so I don't drip or hit them off To my murder buddies, then I let them flip it You can tell a crew by their shoes, we wear ostrich No lizards, diamonds on our neck and pack a baby Desert Rappers think they all that and want to go to war f** him, his crew, and everything they stand for I'm the black Ted Turner, street money earner United States flag burner Battling me is some deadly sh** So come equipped with rhymes, guns and two extra clips Aim for the head, cause you don't wear a vest there Bullet makes a window, your brain needing fresh air Manhattan's evilest mind, platinum turnout Before a n***a beat me, please, the Sun'll burn out Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's Equator So it's gonna be a long night Cause I'll f** sh** up like Carrie did the prom night Leaving out the drug game and enter rap on the top [[O.C. sample from "Time's Up"] "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock"]((10108669)) [B-One] Who will survive in World War III? (None!) Who got a style that come close to me? (None!) n***as screaming "battle", who step to me? (None!) To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker From the streets, I got mental war scars Back in the days, I used to want to be a Juice Crew All-Star But yo, my dream didn't fade, now me touching the mic Is like the Knicks getting Jordan on a trade One represents for the scramblers and money-handlers The type of sh** that goes on in the streets is scandalous I'm from Northside Jamaica, the money-raker I'm trying to get it up so I can buy an acre It's the ill n***a One and where I'm from, sh** is real Guzzling ale, waiting for the next sale Sometimes shots are fired, fiends are wired Sending decoy buyers cause they always want to try us I'm from right next door so I'm your neighbor With rusty razors, 800 pagers and other a**orted flavors It's a Queens thing, I love the money the fiends bring Then jet to the strip joint to see the freaks in the g-string I got connects in Queens to Manhattan, pockets stay fat And n***as ratting, mics get laced like satin Taxes I'm evading in my quest to get paid, to God I pray Then blew him with the rusty tip of my blade Cause I'm stressed, but with the gift of poetry I been blessed, so I never give the paper and the ink rest Leaving out the drug game to enter rap on the top [O.C. sample] "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" [MF Grimm] There's only one way to go out, and that's with a bang It's a f**ed up world so I do f**ed up things, and I'm Born angry, I won't die nice, the black Vincent Price Preserve my brain with Einstein's on dry ice Conflicters think the pain contract boa constricters That appetite devour humans in sight like Lector Battle of the flow of the maniacs, but the maniacs Lack the bigger brain I pack and plus they flow is wack Beating me in my world is hard to do (but why?) Cause my sh** is fat, and that's hard to chew (oh) And even harder to swallow So bleed like Creed, yeah, die like Apollo and all who follow Bullet attack the brain, will leave the head hollow Here today but just like that, you're dead tomorrow Leaving out the drug game and enter rap music on the top [O.C. sample] "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock" "The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock"