Like It’s 93 Emma Lee M.C. (Ft. Masta Ace)

Adlibs (EMMA LEE M.C.)

Going through some things

1st Verse (EMMA LEE M.C.)

You was always “Very Necessary”
Word to Salt-N-Pepa, Fat Joe
You “Represent” me
In my “Juvenile Hell”
You asked me to go steady
Met by “Buhloone Mindstate”
Said we’d be legendary
Word to Del, there was never
“No Need for Alarm”
Black as an 8Ball
You love how I’m
“Coming Out Hard”
You loved my “Organix” Roots
At midnights we’d “Maraud”
We owned “Black Business”
And had a “Player’s Ball”
But now suddenly I’m an OutKast
You got “99 Problems”
And I’m an empath
It was “Till Death Do Us Part”
We was Guru’s of “Jazz”
Now the beef is on
With your King Tee “Triflin” ass
Wasn’t supposed to feel
This kind of pain
Every day “Black Sunday”
I’m Queen of “Black Reign”
Digital Underground “Syndromes”
And click-baits
Now it’s a Black Moon
Whenever you “Enta da Stage”
“You Better Ask Somebody”
Before you Yo-Yo, switch the topic
Having to tell you “Bacdafucup”
From my precious Onyx
I’m calling spades with Masta Ace
To “Slaughtahouse” your nonsense
So just “Protect Your Neck”
This Conscious Daughter’s
Bout to mosh pit