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White madwest emcee from Wichita, Kansas. Born in 1980 in El Dorado, Kansas and still on this Earth for a reason.....to create music out of positive and/or nega
Emcee Stove......The nicest MC to ever touch brown dirt from ground Earth......dont sleep....peace.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #111
Peak in subgenre #52
Author
Emcee Stovce
Rights
River City Records
Uploaded
March 12, 2021
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:07
Meta Data
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
Ran into Greg "The Hitman" Williams at Club Liquid and he told me that my music gets tons of requests on the radio. I said "Play my shit Brofessor" he told me there was to much cussing. So I wrote this.....no cussing.....for the radio :)
Lyrics
I wrote this for the radio, they say I've been requested/
I wonder if they'll play me though, I hear it gets quite hectic/
To run in these streets and sell cds can an Emcee get respected/
Can I get a little acceptance in a game thats so congested/
I think I can I know I can I do it on the dailyyyy/
I-stay-true-to-what-I've-been-through wouldnt lie even if they paid me/
See some of these cats be slippin by lyin to you people/
I see through lies identify hate and envy and its evil/
I pinky swear I promise I'm as honest as it gets/
If I did it then I'm on it I'm fittin it in the script/
I'm a soldier for this music on the front line in the trench/
Gettin older and I use it to unleash the hottest hits/
I'll, rock a show right now for free, so the world can watch and see/
Emcee Stoves a freakin genuis, swear to god, a beast/
Do, any and everything I can, the little guy, the strongest man/
It's Super Stove and I am awesome cooler than a frickin' fan/
x2
MMMM how you doin', I'm groovin', I'm feelin great/
I'm just listening to this music while I'm plannin my escape/
I dont wanna be here, eat here, sleep here every single day/
This is poverty at its finest and I just cant get away/
The first of the month I'm still broke, so I'm lacin up my steel toes/
Puffin a blunt of reggie cause I cant afford no real smoke/
My hands are filled with callouses, no wonderland, no alices'/
No castles and no palaces, pay me, I'm talented/
Check to check dont work no-mo, my ends is never meetin/
Thats why you see me in these streets, on weekdays and weekends/
I got flyers I got CD's, I'm so tired of be-ing sleepy/
This evening I wanna rest, and blow smoke in my teepee/
But I cant because the rent is due and I got kids to feed/
Man I swear to god my whole check, is cigarettes and weed/
I wanna quit, but I know I cant, its one of those things I think I need/
I know I'm sick, so I keep spittin, liftin spirits from their knees/
I know that I aint got no grip, so I guess I do this here for free/
I cant escape it so I face it, never been no fear in me/
I never run I never hide, dont need no gun when i got my pride/
So here I come just havin fun I set your drama to the side/
x2
MMMM how you doin', I'm groovin', I'm feelin great/
I'm just listening to this music while I'm plannin my escape/
I dont wanna be here, eat here, sleep here every single day/
This is poverty at its finest and I just cant get away/
Dont wanna be broke dont wanna lose, I'm on the grind no time to snooze/
I hit these streets so super hard I got concrete in my shoes/
I connect with different rappers with different styles different views/
Then encrypt another chapter; watch crowds hop like kangaroos/
I live my life inside my mind, one-rhyme-at-a-time; I have been trained/
To entertain these heathen demons wrecking havoc in my brains/
Yeah I guess I'm just conceited its a habit I cant contain/
I gotta beat it because I'll get low and start rippin out my viens/
Let me flip the script real quick a minute and holler at my fans/
The, ones that know I'm sick and put they dollars in my hands/
You can talk to me any time of day I call you all my friends/
I understand there'd be no show without you out there in the stands/
Gotta get this dough I rip these flows like elbows in all bike wrecks/
I just wanna be me, Emcee Stove, sit back and cash some nice checks/
Its every year a new cd, oh yeah, I do it right, yes/
The right amount of kill yourself with a pinch or dash of light stress/
x2
MMMM how you doin', I'm groovin', I'm feelin great/
I'm just listening to this music while I'm plannin my escape/
I dont wanna be here, eat here, sleep here every single day/
This is poverty at its finest and I just cant get away/
