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• U Let Me Grow - Emc
• Winds Of Change - Emc
• Leak It Out - Emc

(*Prod. by Quincey Jones)
[Intro:]
Last year, we did a record, that was dedicated to all our mothers*
Shortly . yeah you can give it up for that...
Shortly after, doin' the record, uh my mom, my mom passed away
So my mom never got to hear this record
And this song means a lot to me
and my big brother Masta Ace is gon', gon' help tie the story together
We might get a 'lil, a 'lil emotional
but y'all have to bear with us it's the first time we doin this record
One month later, unexpectedly, my mother passes away
and I didn't get a, she didn't get a chance to hear the song either
So this song is extra special to both of us
we've never performed this song before
We wanna share this with y'all. Is that cool?
[Verse 1: ~Masta Ace~]
Thank you momma, for everything that you've done
Livin' in the slums, single mom, and you raised a son
I wanna thank you for the sacrifice
For a lot of kids in the hood, life wasn't half as nice
Used to take me out to Coney Island
I don't recall many tears, I remember only smilin'
I wanna thank you for the education
The college tuition, and all of life's preparation
I used to think is was the worst day
When you said I had to leave by my 21st birthday
I didn't get it then, I understand now
All is good, your boys a grown man now
I got a plan now, and I'm fine look
And all my thanks couldn't fit into this rhyme book
I ain't gon 'wait until you cant say it back
To tell you that I love you on a track, I love you
[Chorus: ~Wordsworth~]
Made me strong like you, wipe these tears when I cry
Let your fingers wipe the cold from my eyes
I'm ya baby, taught me to stand on my own
But couldn't show me, some of the things I ain't know
You let me grow
[Verse 2: ~Wordsworth~]
Days like this, momma said there would be
Ten centimeters dilated, then you pushed me
Ain't psychic, but been down the paths I traveled
Decisions are the roads in life, that has no arrows
Became a compass, I always had home as an option
You accomplished on your own, after you were adopted
Knew that, only you made me a stronger person
Not those R rated movies or those songs with curses
Was worth it, and it shows, but each day I'm annoyed
Workin' to avoid, being Tyrese in Baby Boy
Dated women that you didn't like, friends I defended
You new that girl wasn't the one, and those friendships ended
Said your peace then let me grow
Head to toe, let me know, lessons though
What's best that kept me from dead below
Places I begged to go
Let me when bread was low
Extra dough could've said no, now I'm set to go
[Verse 3: ~Stricklin~]
You the best momma, you definitely better than the rest momma
Always did your thing to keep me freshly dressed momma
And not once, did I ever see you stress momma
I'm so impressed momma
You was the sun on my cloudy day
And if you couldn't be that, you would take them clouds away
Wow, I hope you smile to what I'm bout to say
I love you moms and I hope I make you proud today
Lunches for school, you would always pack the nicest
They was great, now I appreciate them sacrifices
When I was wrong you would let me know
But at times you would let it go, just so you could let me grow
Basketball, I don't think you ever missed a game
If we lost you would say its okay it's just a game
I owe you so much and I can never pay you back
But I give you music, now just lay back and play the track
[Chorus: ~Wordsworth~]
Made me strong like you, wipe these tears when I cry
Let your fingers wipe the cold from my eyes
I'm ya baby, taught me to stand on my own
But couldn't show me, some of the things I ain't know
You let me grow
[Verse 4: ~Punchline~]
Send this out to all the mothers
Check it
Yo, my version of a Mother's Day card
A blessin from God
Our relationship left me permanent scarred
Struggled with jobs, straight crazy, my main lady
Your pockets was as broke as the promises you gave me
Late eighties, dated men that were straight shady
You partied
I was at the babysitters daily
Seen rarely, stayed missin', stayed riffin'
I seen you fight the world, your pops, and a drug addiction
Contradictin', on my mother I was callin'
Ignorin', grams raised your son like mornin'
Tears fallin', you missed the growth and progression
I'm at the graduation, without a cheering section
Harsh lessons, I would live it again
Cause all of this still made me the man that I am
Mother and friend, forgive you for all your mistakes
I'm forgettin' the past so let's start with a clean slate

{Winds of change have blown
What goes around is sadness}
[Master Ace:]
I love rap music, I spit it from the heart
I did it a lot of years, been in it from the start
As time has gone by, to whom it may concern
I paid close attention, let me tell you what I learned
Today and tomorrow's a reflection of the past
Life's like a cycle and nothing ever lasts
And bein' that we human, we forced to play the game
The more things change it seems the more they stay the same
[Verse:]
From MJ to Usher, from Heav' D to Bonecrusher
Hip hop culture, new school to old lovers
Soul brothas, James Brown to Pete Rock
Timbos, 5411 Reeboks
Jordan to Bryant, try to triumph
The winds of change all revolved around science
From Walkmen to iPods, long as I'm breathin'
Game changes like the Earth with the seasons
[Wordsworth:]
From summer to fall, from winter to spring
From gold ropes to platinum chains and rings
Coleco and television, Atari to PS3
From Gameboy to a PSP
Beta to DVD, tape to CD
Plasma and LCD from black and white TV
Every day life's destined to change forever
But some things are never better than their predecessors
Come on
{The past, the present, the future}
[Master Ace:]
From the fur Kangols that I wore as a kid
To the headbands and fitted hats a few sizes too big
From OshKosh, Jordache and Benetton
To Rocawear, Phat Farm and Sean John
From suede Pumas and goin' back with the Keds
To Jordan 20s with the strap, black and red
From sharkskin slacks and some mean gabardines
To Akademik, ENYCE and G-Unit jeans
[Verse:]
From Wild Style to Krush Groove and Tougher Than Leather
To Turbo and Ozone, no one did it better
From Breakin' an' Beat Streat, Ramo and Lee
To Paid in Full and Eight Mile, Life in the D
From Murphy to Richard Pryor, funny as hell
To Martin and Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle
Time flies and it feels so strange
You've got to love to ride the winds of change
[Wordsworth:]
Holdin' a picture frame wishin' that we didn't age
Photo album cellophane, shocked as I flip the page
Snapshots on stage and the tour van that we wrecked
Videos and DVDs of us rehearsin' our set
In my sixties: bald, grey beard, wrinkled skin
Glasses, gettin' thin, jaw line sinkin' in
Thinkin' then were different times, young, in my prime
At fifty-five started forgettin' lines, mumblin' rhymes
Wrote books, scripts, screenplays, stayed lyrical
MP3's digital, vinyl is now minimal
It's critical, still freestylin' with my grandkid
The beats and the flows are new, but I understand his
Old school, not bitter, I don't have a grudge
Not that my era was better, just tell 'em how it was
It's noon, the car's here, headin to the studio
The Garden sold out a week straight for our reunion show
[Master Ace:]
Today and tomorrow's a reflection of the past
Life's like a cycle and nothing ever lasts
But bein' that we human, we forced to play the game

[Intro:]
Uh huh. Lets go Ace*
[Verse 1: ~Masta Ace~]
Ayo it's that exclusive song shit
That climb the charts, bang our chest, King Kong shit
Y'all ain't got no bomb shit
It's that, BK, Shaolin, Queens and Bronx shit (What about Milwaukee?)
And Manhattan shit (Oh)
We so passionate
This is in high demand we had to ration it
So come get ya daily dose
Cause that shit them niggas put out is barely close
It's the eMC and Leo's
And y'all gon' smell defeat like cheese Doritos
Call all your parole boards and P.O's
Cause DJ's bound to cut this up like kilos
And distribute it, y'all cant get rid of it
This ain't no mistake this shit's deliberate
And if y'all want that raw
Rap shit brought to your door
We the four that sure deliver it
[Stricklin:]
Yes sir guess who back in the spot
Got them hands up, I ain't even packin' a glock
I'm just a hustler, I don't need to pack in my sock
Just give me Pro Tools, a Mbox, and a track if its hot
And this shit, make you wanna smack yo momma
I'm 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, I'm not the nigga to try
Y'all ain't stoppin' our fame
Cause us not sellin' is like The Game not droppin a name
It's gon happen regardless, we the hardest
It's eMC, ya favorite artist's favorite artist
[Chorus:]
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
"Guess what we's about to do" - Queen Latifah
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
"Tell 'em what it's about, no doubt, leak it out"
[Wordsworth:]
Excuse me, I'm standin' in your way? (Uh huh)
Blockin' all the glamor, not an amateur
Don't gamble with a play
On the planet for the day, first we landin' in L.A.
Tour the planet, hit the Bay, then Atlanta in GA
You don't plan on shootin' nothin', so that hammer put away
That talk is outlandish, that you brandishin' is fray
The only cannon/Cannon that you shot was your camera
At a photo shoot we stay fresh like a mannequin display
With the grammar that I say I'm like an animal that's stray
Cause manners went away, people panic ran away
You ain't never drive a phantom any day
You couldn't buy tickets to the Opera with The Phantom in the play
It's like a brush fire, the flames that I spit
Cause it only spreads wider when you fannin' them away
And that mic in your palm, is like a baton
When you see me on the track then you handin' it away
[Punchline:]
Yo, simple and plain
If they don't let me up in this game
I'm 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
It's embedded in my D.N.A. strain
Best cat in the game
Up-bringin' made my thoughts insane
Real rhymers, you dealin' with rap's finest
We make the crowd say "hoe" like Don Imus
With 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:]
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
"Guess what we's about to do" - Queen Latifah
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out
Check, checkin' it out
Ya don't stop, eMC
You waited long enough, we must
Leak it out