Emotional

[Intro: Curt Kennedy]
Ayo, Curt Ken
They said you got five albums and no features
(Laughs) Okay, I'm reloading!

[Hook: Curt Kennedy & Stract]
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional

[Verse 1: Curt Kennedy]
It's Curt Ken, I got the pertinent facts
That He was murdered while tryna purchase the murderers back
And the Burbans and all the hustlers that's serving that crack
Said they don't hear me, but I swear I never murmur in rap
If you disturbed by the fact that I'm from the curb and I rap
That He's fully God and fully man, I keeps that merger intact
I'm here with worrisome facts, you got a problem with that
I'm waiting on the Word to return like [Howard Curzer?] would act
I've been observing, [?] with all these phobia stats
I failed the drama club 'cause clearly I don't know how to act
So now I'm scared of everything that disagrees with your feelings?
Nah, I'm just Samson
And I'm pushing back on all that you building, you judges
I call a spade a spade no matter what my partner bets
Always talking who's gold but don't know that you worship Baphomet
I will submit to this current age of entitlement
So cancel me now 'cause I subscribe to the Bible He sent

[Hook: Curt Kennedy & Stract]
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional

[Verse 2: Stract]
I’m a bigot and racist in places they calling safe spaces
My face is evasive, I'm facing it as they make aces
And take bases like I don't really need a home
Run, young, you're done, your tongue is seen as a gun
If you're claiming there's one truth, then you're violating theirs and
Dilated stares start peeking through the scopes
And these Snipes been hunting for necks before Blades
So Stract's going Logan, and that'll be four blades
Plus two to cut through the lies you're stuck to
Yellow-bellied guppies, yeah, I'm aiming to gut you
Modern-day Platos kicking mockeries
Tryna soccer these, the block'll be's
The place where I apologies
Prophecies, only those hidden in the Rock believe
Philosophies try, but Immanuel can't lie, can't I
Try to sound a little S.O.?
It's table talk, emotional Jadas get a besso

[Hook: Curt Kennedy & Stract]
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional
The streets, the hustle
The cross, the struggle
We're lost, the bubble
Hip-hop, in trouble
We are if we don't tell 'em be tryna get close to you
But look at you, so emotional

[Outro: Curt Kennedy & Stract]
Uh, we gonna let that breathe
Yeah
Yo, Stract
What up
You what I'm saying, thank you for jumping on this joint with me, you know
Oh, no doubt fam, appreciate that
All the homies, there's a lot of people emotional out there, they too emotional
Yeah, they cause a Christian to be frustrated, feel me?
Yes, you know I feel you, I'm the Frustrated Christian
Word up
With the Wolverine
Ah!
Told y'all we got something coming
Welcome to Feelosophy, let's work