Текст песни Emporium - Big Daddy Flash

Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
I like to call this
Emporium
Checkmate nigga
Yeah

This my cradle to the grave, slave to pen and page, gave them different flame and y'all remain to keep saying the same shit
Take heed, don't do this, take cautionary
But as a black man in society I lost already, now who the fuck coming ahead of me, picture me that
I'm a shadow, a silhouette, can you picture me black
Stop giving me dap
You fake and you mentally whack
The difference is that, your future visions live in my past
You abandoned me in my time of need
I was trying to climb the tree and get the group and you in the finest suites behind a beach
But I say, fuck it, cause it's time to carry on
Fuck a friendship, I knock them out, I bury bonds
Nobody be facing me, nobody be chasing me
My skin versus yours, the only time you be racing me
For real, get familiar with this penicillin I'm spitting when my pen is lifted
Fuck wrong with you thinking you pacing me
You using a monitor, or meter, or thermometer
I'm flaming, contain it, that pussy pretty, I'm gon' eat her
This track doing numbers in dozens, something you wasn't
Oh, you mumbling something
Leave you slumped on your cousin, we don't do that bitch shit
Ain't no fussing and hollering
I got some niggas in Holland who quick to bust when you call them
Oh what the fuck, you keep talking, oh shit you must want problems
Call Dblack, him and his boys got monkey nuts at your collar
I Ain't no ghetto gangstar
Nigga, I bang hard, read paper this AR
Look at my bank cards, y'all always can play soft
Nigga I James Harden
Outer space flow, these hoes get space barred
I keep them apart
And each of these who speak to me, can see that flash, gon' eat like his plate gone
And bitch I be glazed, nigga, it's dew the morning time
You must be a fool, you think your crew be out sporting mine
You pussy imposter nigga this lyrical dominance
I'll spit this annihilation to you and your mom and them
And bitch I be bombing them, whip his ass and I'm stomping him, chomping him eating these rappers, I be dental when flossing them
So nigga take cover, duck and hide, cause fucker, I'm predatory
This lesson gory, better pray you live to tell the story
Matter of fact, cover your ears, bitch, you best ignore me
Blessed with swarming forging and forming words till the rest adore me

Listen, fuck what records sell now
Bitch I want a record that's gon' sell out
Bitch I wanna make a classic, fuck making hits cause on average, them same hits, they won't be missed or reminisced upon
But the ones you cried and needed tissues on or threw your fist up on
That's the tracks that'll reach and deliver the message
The songs that your moms hear and give her a blessing
The songs that's heard for generations to pass bending basics of math and I know y'all waiting for that but
Nowadays, they remaking the craft, they take kids with autism and replace it with rap
But either way
when Ignite on the mic, it's either plain
Or it's the type that you like, whether it's quite nice or try hype I blindside all the right types of sounds to get you off your hind pots
You better watch for your blind spots
Before I come from behind watch
There's no time for wait
Grandmaster with the flow, no time for breaks
I go to work on my Kool Mo Dee
You know me, in my soul, I'm a cool OG
Ho please, get this dough, I hope that you don't think
I'ma give you some money for what you put on me
Some pussy nigga
Paying for pussy is for pussy niggas
And Flash be the realest out
I pioneered this whole game like I'm Coke La Rock
And if you say otherwise, I'ma seal his mouth, I'm peeling out
Now you think you're seeing doubts, proposed to the game like a nigga kneeling down
You embarrassing and I'm far from proud
You make pennies, motherfucker call em Oscar Proud damn
Dumb hoe, no thoughts allowed damn
I really guess my thoughts are loud, cause I ain't mean to say that
Well, shit, it done slipped out
And half of these niggas I'm talking to they done bitched out
Without the work ethic all you niggas done missed out
I put my blood in it, blue niggas done cripped out
Don't be afraid to change the game always stayed the same, but flash can claim the shit like it's his town
Guess I got a little upset
But it's hard when I'm giving up sweat
And I'm grinding with this music but ain't nobody here giving out checks
But these bitches steady giving out neck, but how's that gonna feed the fam huh
Buy a house for my grandma
Go from a boy to a man, huh, you don't understand bruh
Real rap come once in a while like Christmas, and a nigga Santa

I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna

You got what I want, huh
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
Yeah

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