Emma Lee M.C. – Campfire

Emma Lee M.C. – Campfire Lyrics

Artist: Emma Lee M.C.
Song: Campfire

Many people live small, limited, uncreative and empty lives
Because they believe these false ideas to be true
Powerful, limited, negative suggestions
Are simply not true

Let’s call a huddle…
Drop it…
Honorable and benevolent ancestors, let’s connect
This rhythm creeping up my spine

Knocking at my neck
Now we done gathered up some
Heartbeats, the sun is set
We ‘bout to Essence, Black Enterprise, Ebony, Jet

Illusions, hallucinations of the heart and mind
Psychological relapse to a wiser time
Hips, pedals, and jawlines, we been on the grind
“Warriors” riding out like we from Coney Isle

Listen children to bigger visions
There is no prison
Just reset your prisms
Hot Honey Waters, alias is Freeda Slaves

Gossip content? Spit documentaries
I spit fashion shows, disease remedies
African Kennedy, Nubian Goddess Eisenhower
When the beat rise, we have entered power hour

Sound the analog alarm
Beat the eardrums
This the high for the “Low End” theorem
Come with your offerings

Feet, tongues, heart, respect
By the light of the flame
Generations connect
My emotional business, district, jurisdiction

Dispel fiction of the mouth with indigenous diction
Step in a pond of a thousand frogs and hear the ‘ribbits’
This is zero, one, in universes full of digits
Or the number five, number seven, or number nine

Intelligent, closest to God and I’m in my prime
Needing way more feminine creativity to shine
Masculine security, poetic sweat design
Let’s a soul-clap around the campfire one time

Those can’t be stars, by gosh
That shadow, it ain’t mine!
This exercise is a therapy and a sacred tithe
Spiritual smores now who brought their taste and appetite

Grahams (grams) for the measure of melanin on the market
Chocolate for the bars, out-flavor all opponents
Marsh for the land, titles, and deeds
Buried us, we were seeds

Medicine, call ‘em weeds
Sound the analog alarm
Beat the eardrums
This the high for the “Low End” theorem

Come with your offerings
Feet, tongues, heart, respect
By the light of the flame
Generations connect

Listen children to bigger visions
There is no prison
Just reset your prisms
I wake, my agenda is peace and then I go to war

Question everything though
The answers was given before
The conjure of the roots and the leaves
Has just begun (Jimmy Castor)

I don’t need 93 million miles to get to the sun
The ground under my sole (soul) is a strong relationship
I create with my hands, just like my penmanship
Thoughts into things, death from a metal grip

Endings are beginnings
Never trip in Satan’s house
Religious shout like the
“Mazel tov” when glass broke

“Ain’t I A Woman?” was never spoke
Like Eazy E, most these rappers
You should never quote
You know the lineage listening

And casting their votes
We moon soaked from moonshine
We evident
The breath of life, the spark of light

The blood of kin
The “skull and bones” of the
Ancients over moderns
My alma mater’s altars

We quake but never falter
Sound the analog alarm
Beat the eardrums
This the high for the “Low End” theorem

Come with your offerings
Feet, tongues, heart, respect
By the light of the flame
Generations connect

Listen children to bigger visions
There is no prison
Just reset your prisms
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Release Year: 2022