M. J. Withers - Get It (feat. Lenell Louis) Lyrics

EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME, EME, EME, EME, hey

When I come up runnin', gunnin', all these niggas they panic
I be the first to make them falter, no halter, so proper, showstopper
I shut'em down, give me my pay
It's do or die to survive, be it a bullet or blade
Homie get out my way, that's if you moving too slow
I'm a practical fanatic, boy I gotta keep it pro
Yo if they want the static havoc
Yeah there ain't no stopping me
Miss me with the braggin', baggin', currency monopoly
Say what you say, be offensive yea you may
Never play, keep your eye on the danger
Niggas go fly on the tide
On the twenty nine five, never mind where we go cause we major
Keep it going, never slowing, never speak without knowin'
What I preach what I'm showin', I be the lyrical poet
How I be it's so stoic, but I'm fluent with my hands
What I'm doing is the thing that they demand

All my niggas gonna get it
Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it
Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it
Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it
And everybody with it, all my niggas gonna get it
Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it
Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it
Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it
And everybody with it
Nigga

The plot will thicken, we spot a victim
When the tock is tickin', I gotta get'em
Hit'em, split'em, rip'em, I got precision
'Gainst the opposition, I proposition that my position
Will stop competition from my division with my compositions
Accomplish my mission, you'll end up missing
With no description, I move too efficient
So what I gotta prove to you bitches?
Nothing, end of discussion, nigga say less
Get hit with the choppers and tear up your chest
You niggas don't want it, I move with finesse
Posing a threat? Nigga you looking a mess
You look like a bitch in the flesh
Demanding respect? F*ck your respect
Stomping all over your neck to place you in check for f*ckin' with vets
You askin' for death for askin' what's next
You beggin' for more, you gettin' the less
Ain't making a move, checkers to chess like WOO
Ric Flair debonair, while you niggas can't compare
Plus the game's never fair
EME on the rise, here we go one more time
And we always do or die like we comin' from the Chi

All my niggas gonna get it
Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it
Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it
Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it
And everybody with it, all my niggas gonna get it
Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it
Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it
Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it
And everybody with it
Nigga

All my niggas gon' get it
Said all my niggas gonna get it
Eclectic Minds
Since 1999 nigga

EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME on the rise
EME, EME, EME, EME, hey