(Verse 1)
Facing the blues. Making the music to face the blues to. Face the music, I said. They told me to make the music to face the music... to. Like "...be murdered by". You could be murdered by me on the mic, but it's peace. See how I'm bleeding from the heart to give peace? Seeing the start of it was music, I go back to what I was doing. And I'm bleeding in the palm of my hand, heart beating on and on again. So I'm speaking on what got me bleeding from the beginning, which is the peace I offer to begin with. A sentence, living in it, until I'm winded. You dig?
(Hook)
I have an emergency.
I can't feel my heart no more.
All I have is my mind, you see?
And I can feel it walking out the front door.
Yeah.
(Verse 2)
I kind of lost it. Her vagina in the faucet. Dipping from my chin, kissing it again and again. She licked it off my tongue. She's with it. "Charles, you the one!" I dig it. Charles Hamilton, on a sink with a chick who needs to begin drinking. I got your back until the end. Sipping like a reptilian. Yes, till the end. My weapon says it's effervescent, so anybody coming around has yet to see the end. And their destiny will be met. For you, though. Musical judo. If you don't roll, sue you.
(Hook)
I have an emergency.
I can't feel my heart no more.
All I have is my mind, you see?
And I can feel it walking out the front door.
Yeah.
(Verse 3)
Collective Soul, where do I want this lecture to go? To the top of the toes. And whoever knows that I got the flow to make it all come through. An awesome move. Come chill with me, while I build. For real, the scene is type ill. You'll feel me. You'll feel mean. And we'll feel mean together when we believe these other MCs and producers are in tune with true shit. I wish we could do what we do with to. Too official. Baby, I'm moving with you. Not even moving, but who's the issue? Spiritual.
(Hook)
I have an emergency.
I can't feel my heart no more.
All I have is my mind, you see?
And I can feel it walking out the front door.
Yeah.
