Translation: Emanon. The Waiting Room.
It?s a story About how we Came up on the Style we got ----- Style we got fresh Nothing less 1995 when I started to rhyme DJ Exile on the beats Aloe
the box leave them down for the count You know you better count your blessings Aloe Blacc and Exile and they drop a lesson You don't really want for EMANON
I make music to roll to, the kind of music that holds you Music to set your goals to music that blows you away Music to start your day, music to melt
wait for the day that I could be a politician Damn I can?t wait for the day that I could be a politician Damn I can?t wait for the day that I could be
Just a kid only 13 with somethin' Havin' acceptance in this world is too much The changes, the pain is fun for some It's too much gold, regressed with
full of tunes Turn up the bass boost so we could feel the subs boom Walls shaking feel like the earth quaking in the room Make a selection choose the
My kisses wake her in the night When she turns I'm not there I wouldn't have left if I had known that she'd be left all by her lone It took my breath
hero that rarely calls The mating tune, the cycle looms In the spring with a butterfly and two flowers that bloom I sit in the waiting room reading Aristotle
Death to the fake who be faking about they stake and mistaken that EMANON is not flexing the raw Real recognize that whenever we enterprise we enter
I hope that what I?m about to tell you really doesn?t ruin Whatever we had and keep the two of us from doing the Things we used to You know just kicking
