The children of Emvee by EliThevamp - Zona

The children of Emvee by EliThevamp - Zona

Lyrics

VERSE 1 — E (ELI: THE CHILL ONE)

E for Eli, keep the climate controlled,

Never rush with the truth, let it ripen then show.

He the calm in the room when the panic get loud,

See storms from a distance, never drown in the crowd.

Silence ain’t empty, it’s a place where he think,

Every pause calculated like the space between ink.

He don’t speak to convince, he observe then decide,

Chill so deep even pressure gotta wait on his time.

VERSE 2 — M (MR. VALENTINE: THE CRUF MASTER)

M for Mr. Valentine, heart never bankrupt,

Love heavy on the sleeve but the posture stay stand-up.

Cruf master, yeah, he cook pain into grace,

Turn scars into flavor, let ’em season his faith.

Romantic with the truth, but he never naive,

He love with intention, not the need to be seen.

Every loss just a verse in the song he rewrite,

He don’t fall out of love — he refine what it mean.

VERSE 3 — V (VICTOR: THE DISGOD)

V for Victor, disgod with the glare,

Not loud with the win, let the outcome stare.

He don’t chase validation, he allergic to luck,

Every triumph hand-built, every loss got cut.

Victory ain’t confetti, it’s composure intact,

Knowing when not to swing is a strategic attack.

He don’t flex on the moment, he outlasts the phase,

Win quiet, walk away, let the echo explain.

VERSE 4 — E (E.O.F: EMBODIMENT OF FASHION)

E.O.F, embodiment stitched in the seams,

Before he say a word, you can tell what he mean.

Fashion not fabric, it’s posture and stance,

It’s how presence enter before circumstance.

He wear intention, every fold got a code,

No logo too loud, let the silence be bold.

Style as a language, no need for a key,

You see it before you hear it — that’s authority.

VERSE 5 — E (ELITHELORD: FINAL FORM)

Last E Elithelord, no peers in the frame,

Above trends, above noise, above chasing a name.

He don’t ask for permission, he redefine space,

Whole rooms rearrange when he enter the place.

Rule without ruling, command without shout,

Power in restraint, that’s what rank really ’bout.

He don’t sit on a throne, he decide where it’s placed,

Elithelord status — unspoken, embraced.

VERSE 6 — CHILDREN OF EMVEE

We the children of Emvee, every letter a spine,

Different truths, one presence, all threaded in time.

Not clones, not copies, but coded the same,

Carrying discipline, love, vision, and flame.

From chill observation to hearts that don’t fold,

To victories earned and aesthetics that hold,

To authority silent, unbothered, supreme—

This ain’t just a name,

it’s a way to be seen.

OUTRO

Again with these loud ass songs

Shut the fuck up