Video Leak It Out de Emc 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Emc - Leak It Out Lyrics

uh huh.
lets go ace.
ay yo its that exclusive song shit
that climb the charts, bang our chest, king kong shit
yall aint got no bomb shit
its that, BK, shaolin, queens and bronx shit
and manhattan shit
we so passionate
this is in high demand we had to ration it.
so come get ya daily dose
cuz that shit them niggas put out is barely close
its the EMC and Leo's. and yall gon' smell defeat like cheese doritos
call all ya parole boards and P.O's
cuz DJ's bound to cut this up like kilos.
and distribute it, yall cant get rid of it
this aint no mistake this shit's deliborate.
and if yall want that raw rap shit brought to ya door we the 4 that sure deliver it.

yes sir guess who back in the spot
got them hands up, I aint even packin a glock
im just a hustler, I dont need to pack in my sock
just gimmie pro tools, a Mbox, and a track if its hot
and this shit, make u wanna smack yo mamma
im a star risin like barack obama, the track so drama

i gets it poppin in the hood like the 4th of july
let it be understood, im not the nigga to try
yall aint stoppin our fame
cuz us not sellin is like the game not droppin a name
its gon happen regardless, we the hardest
its emc, ya favorite artist's favorite artist.

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excuse me, im standin in ya way?
blockin all the glamour, not an amatuer, dont gamble with a play
on the planet for the day, first we landin' in LA
till the planet hit the bay, then Atlanta in GA
you dont plannin on shootin nothin, so that hammer put away
that talk is outlandish, that you brandishing if fray
the only cannon that you shot was ya camera
at a photoshoot we stay fresh like a mannequin display

with the grammar that i say Im like an animal that's stray
(cuz manage when away)? people panic ran away
you aint never drive a phantom any day
you couldnt buy tickets to tha opera with the phantom in the play
its like a brushfire, the flames that I spit
cuz it only spreads wider when you fannin' them away
and that mic in ya plam, is like a baton
when you see me on the track then you handin' it away

yo
simple and plain
if they dont let me up in this game
im gonna rob the first idiot that's makin it rain
no need to be poppin' them thangs
we can scrap, like that dude that was dancin with kane
its embedded in my DNA strain
best kat in the game
up-bringin man my thoughts' insane
real rhymers, you dealin with rap's finest
we make the crowd say "ho" like don Imus
for one liners
If you willing to fight with this mic
air you out like some white on whites
in town for one night, and we bringin em out
got no time for games, came to spit and be out

[chorus]