More Emotion Original by Paul Ray Lyrics
[Intro: Sample]
Ya don't quit, ya don’t quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don't quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don’t quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don't quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
[Verse 1: Paul Ray]
A lotta energy withheld from anger in the past gets irritatin'
Rappers couldn't be more lamer, in a cast they crippled
Plus your woman got perilous autographs from ass to nipples
I laugh a little at those who got booed in show
Losin' those who respect 'em, mistakin’ you fools for pros
P got more fatness than aerobic’s class hits
Classic like rap albums from the 80's but remastered
Reincarnated in another city, we ain’t cosmic
Went to local shows, those sounds be dirty and gritty
You heard me and bit the rhymes I kick to uplift the crowd
The shit, you probably need a spliff to come up with
Is 7-1 in the house? Check it out now
Is 75th in the house? Check it out, check it out
Is 79th in the house?
What about them kids from the LowEnd? They in the house
The crowd gets loud enough to get me hype with enjoyment
Desires to fire words like unemployment
Like unemployment, like unemployment...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Verse 2: Paul Ray]
I throw questions at the crowd to see who representin' what
Gang robberies put aside, to boot non Chicagoans
We follow in the footsteps of Jean Baptiste Point du Sable
And got you grovelin' for mercy, you're hollerin’
You got a problem and it can't be treated
Man you need it 'cause when I embarass shit, your fans'll see it
Damn so be it, I gotta sewn up like pants are pleated
Crews'll break dance till the jam's completed
My emotion and will proves my motive to kill
Any rappers posin' as real not know and sit
When it comes to Paul Ray, how can it be so easily done?
Just feels like vanity when I'm rockin' leisurely
Emcees'll be payin' fees to me 'cause they never appease to me
Not knowin' your woman fiends for me
Don't look in the crowd, she might be backstage or upfront
Lovin' me when I'm rockin' lovely with the lights above me
With the lights above me, with the lights above me...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Verse 3: Paul Ray]
They say I only got pub from 7-1 and 7-9
They liars use 11 rhymes to pass flimsy rappers
Like fliers as envious peers, my status or lyricism
Here's the baddest, no criticism could get near this rhythm
In the battle, I try to crack your bodies like pottery
Try to take the mic, I steal that ass like robbery (True, true)
Here's skeet in ya eye, you could forget about keepin' your high
Once you're bumpin' the finished product from 33 and I, from 33 and I
When I go ill like the bottomless pit, once I drop 'em, that's it
Chicago wants realness, not approximate shit
Is 87th in the house? Check it out, check it out
The Wild 100's in the house? Check it out, check it out
The Jeffrey Manor in the house?
North, South, East and Westside without a doubt
Sayin' peace to other cities and all eyes on Chi-ILL
Once I provide skills for shows, slide me the bills
I'm out, I'm out...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Outro: Sample]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don't quit, ya don’t quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don't quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don’t quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
Ya don't quit, ya don't quit...
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
[Verse 1: Paul Ray]
A lotta energy withheld from anger in the past gets irritatin'
Rappers couldn't be more lamer, in a cast they crippled
Plus your woman got perilous autographs from ass to nipples
I laugh a little at those who got booed in show
Losin' those who respect 'em, mistakin’ you fools for pros
P got more fatness than aerobic’s class hits
Classic like rap albums from the 80's but remastered
Reincarnated in another city, we ain’t cosmic
Went to local shows, those sounds be dirty and gritty
You heard me and bit the rhymes I kick to uplift the crowd
The shit, you probably need a spliff to come up with
Is 7-1 in the house? Check it out now
Is 75th in the house? Check it out, check it out
Is 79th in the house?
What about them kids from the LowEnd? They in the house
The crowd gets loud enough to get me hype with enjoyment
Desires to fire words like unemployment
Like unemployment, like unemployment...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Verse 2: Paul Ray]
I throw questions at the crowd to see who representin' what
Gang robberies put aside, to boot non Chicagoans
We follow in the footsteps of Jean Baptiste Point du Sable
And got you grovelin' for mercy, you're hollerin’
You got a problem and it can't be treated
Man you need it 'cause when I embarass shit, your fans'll see it
Damn so be it, I gotta sewn up like pants are pleated
Crews'll break dance till the jam's completed
My emotion and will proves my motive to kill
Any rappers posin' as real not know and sit
When it comes to Paul Ray, how can it be so easily done?
Just feels like vanity when I'm rockin' leisurely
Emcees'll be payin' fees to me 'cause they never appease to me
Not knowin' your woman fiends for me
Don't look in the crowd, she might be backstage or upfront
Lovin' me when I'm rockin' lovely with the lights above me
With the lights above me, with the lights above me...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Verse 3: Paul Ray]
They say I only got pub from 7-1 and 7-9
They liars use 11 rhymes to pass flimsy rappers
Like fliers as envious peers, my status or lyricism
Here's the baddest, no criticism could get near this rhythm
In the battle, I try to crack your bodies like pottery
Try to take the mic, I steal that ass like robbery (True, true)
Here's skeet in ya eye, you could forget about keepin' your high
Once you're bumpin' the finished product from 33 and I, from 33 and I
When I go ill like the bottomless pit, once I drop 'em, that's it
Chicago wants realness, not approximate shit
Is 87th in the house? Check it out, check it out
The Wild 100's in the house? Check it out, check it out
The Jeffrey Manor in the house?
North, South, East and Westside without a doubt
Sayin' peace to other cities and all eyes on Chi-ILL
Once I provide skills for shows, slide me the bills
I'm out, I'm out...
[Chorus: Sample & Scratches]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Hit it, hit it, hit it...
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
[Outro: Sample]
Hit it, hit it, hit it...