Petition to post this on spotify PLEASE this song made me fall in love w emmitt 🥺🥺

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Lyrics

Mr Imagination Special 
Coming at you on the clearest of vessel
And this is the jungle
Where the snakes and monkeys rumble

Ayo
Yo
Leave and Greet Mcs with a sword within
My Flows Crazier than Joker and Harley Quinn
But it’s Tightening 
Come at you with the will of a warrior
And it starts to get frightening 
Leave MCs stuck in the stampede of Lion King
With a Scar on the Chest to make a Choir Sing
Deptford Bridge Murderers you never heard of us  
Insert a coin
And we will slay you like Perseus 
Leave you stuck in Medusa Trance
Dismember you and bury you in the depths of France
You weak rapper are outcasts
Hit you with lightning bolts from Zeus 
To make you head blast 
Why cause we got you

Baptise you in the Lazarus Pit
Where us lyrical leviathan spit
Sonya Blade Suplex
Leave you wondering who’s next 
To receive this slug 
Through there bulletproof vest
They say the tongues mightier than the
Sword
So I know when you take me in it’s like a sword strike to your decibels 
Cause you never heard of me before
I know it’s tragic I’m violent 
I’ll rip you apart with the rath of an x-wing pilot 
Feel the death of a watery grave impaled by Poseidon’s Trident
Flow so saucy like and air gear trick 
So don’t let me catch you on the flip side 
Or I’ll switch like Jekyll and Hyde
Leave you deep fried in my rhymes
So never forget at when you stepped into this jungle 
Because as I told you this is how the snakes and monkey rumble

Concrete Jungle

Following up his the Hunger Pains EP, Emmitt James releases first single "If Your Orange Juice Is Yellow It's Not Real" from his forthcoming visual art EP IYOJIYINR coming winter 2016.

If Your Orange Juice Is Yellow It's Not Real (2015)
Artwork/Illustration by Mandy Miller

Written by E. Williams, 
Performed by Emmitt James
Remix of "Low Battery" by Ta-Ku 
© House Of Renji, LLC; Lost Boys Collective; Emmitt James 2015



If Your Orange Juice Is Yellow It's Not Real

Dont have no babies to this song...or do... its all good 

LYRICS 
I dont do innanet
I dont do indirect 
When I see you, you give me that feelin like socks on the ceiling 
we bouta go inna back
I know that my sin in tact 
Expensively intimate
It might be a little tax
he want it for the free
Oh, where the fun in that?
imma toss u the fee 
aint no refunding that
Im giving u fevers like summer back 
surfin ya hands like its summer jam 
I got the bass for the drummer pack
I light a match to the dumbest gas
u would think it was a bum in class
roll with the wolves in the highest grass
and oh its a full moon
abc-eent you all alone
d-light when you hit my phone
I aint got no minutes tho
but they say when you in Rome
Let the locals put you on

hook: Me gone lay you down to sleep
With tough love and a lot of U-N-O
You gone feel these x-y-z's
Until the sun creepin up to the window 

SMINO
If I had a chance to teach a real nigga boot camp
I could fuck around and sell a book on this shit like food stamps
Panaram around me, only fam around me 
Been in good mood, u could fall through
Like phones in the front seat 
Lemme know when to call you 
V-I at the W 
Discussing xyz with you
Got my cleats on and Im diggin you
Ready for whatever, in the field no helmet,
 stepping warrior girl when I shoot Im Stephen
Wam bam thank you ma'am
I give you this mammogram for the free
Cant swim you bound to drizzown
Menace the dennis (dentist) I'll whiten ya teeth 
Smoking these papers you biting them sheets
The only we is the weed 
I cant be what you want me 
To be, capiche?

Hook


XYZ w/ Smino (prod. by THEMPEOPLE)lyrics in description

written by Emmitt J Wlliams Jr, Janiyah Moore
recorded, mixed, and mastered by: David aka "i-Nine" in Los Angeles, CA at JTB Recording
produced by: nathan nateau


© House of Renji, LLC; Lost Boys Collective 2016

Room For Cream Feat. Janiyah Moore

This is for the imperfect, and the confused. You are the real Saints. God loves you and I love you.

Production by Demetrius G, B. Blanton, and Mic Lee
Recorded by Jabari Rayford at Soundscape Studios
Mixed by Jeff Jackson 
Mastered by Chris Classick at Classick Studios
Artwork by Tiffany Temple
Executive Producers: Carissa Davis, Kainah Marie, and all of those who donated to the Kickstarter!

Saved - Single

Saved [prod. by Mic Lee]

Another crazy vibed out night w/ Monte is what created this.

Mixed & Masted by Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng at Classick Studios (Chicago, IL)

Cover art and creative direction by Sean Williams.

All Night [Prod. By Monte Booker]

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
----------
Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

Stefan Ponce - Exception / Low Rider SpaceCoupé (Feat Mick Jenkins, Jean Deaux & theMind)

Artwork by Jason Peterson

New Album 'Tomorrow' Out September 7th

Boyang Matsapola - Bass
Erick Mateo - Tenor & Bari Saxophone 
Nico Segal - Trumpet
Peter CottonTale - Keys, Guitar & Drums

Puddles w/ Saba (Prod. by Peter CottonTale)

We could just slide out
We can just vibe out
Please don't cry now
I'll be back soon...

@fridayafternun
Ft. @MotherNatureBarz
Prod. Nor'Ledges
Engineered by: Syl Messi

Slide (ft. Mother Nature)

MILWAUKEE, WI
booking/inquiries
e: emmittjames505@gmail.com

If Your Orange Juice Is Yellow It's Not Real

EMMITT JAMES

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