There are at least three artists called Emanuel:

1. An alternative r… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least three artists called Emanuel:

1. An alternative rock/post-hardcore band from Louisville, Kentucky, United States.

2. A rock band from Velika Gorica, Croatia.

3. A pop singer from Romania.

1. The roots of the band Emanuel go back to Jeffersonville, Indiana, a town located just outside of Louisville, Kentucky. After 14-year-old high school students Matt Breen and Bryan Whiteman met Anthony Brock and Mat Barber (who attended a rivalling school in their hometown) at Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom, the quartet decided to form the garage band Emanuel Nice in 1998. They recorded their rather inept eight-song debut EP Hi-Skool Trivia in December 1998. The CD was issued the following year through the German underground record label Roddog Records, which was run by friends of the band. In the following years, while still in high school, Emanuel Nice appeared on two split records — one with New Jersey's already renowned Lanemeyer, another with the German punk band Colourbone — before recording their second EP, Wait, in 2002. However, none of the releases triggered the desired local stardom.

In 2004, Emanuel shortened their band name, in conjunction with the musical renovation they underwent. Even though their line-up never changed throughout the six years since the band's formation, their sound evolved drastically from "poppy and terrible, it's kind of embarrassing", as singer/guitarist Breen put it,[1] to a darker, more mature blend of indie and emo genres. With cynical lyrics and aggressive guitar melodies, the band's new sound landed them a record deal with Vagrant Records, who released their debut album Soundtrack to a Headrush in March 2005.

In March 2006, Emanuel played an arena tour of the US supporting 30 Seconds to Mars with Aiden and Keating.

In January 2007, the band entered the studio to begin recording the follow-up to Soundtrack to a Headrush, titled Black Earth Tiger. The album was released on the 28th of August, 2007.

Breen was originally going to be the singer for Brian Deneeve, former guitarist of From Autumn To Ashes' new project called Summer Law, but the project has since been scrapped. After many problems such as debt, band tension, lack of promotion/record sales and other problems, Matt Breen has stated that he is 'writing a lot' for a future Emanuel release. He also mentioned in a myspace blog that the band has their tour banner and equipment set up in a basement and they rehearse occasionally. The band is generally assumed by fans to be on indefinite hiatus though. It is rumored that Matt Breen and musician Devin Triplett are working on a new musical project. The bands website, Thisisemanuel.com, is shut down and is no longer a working website.

Members:
Matt Breen – Lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Mat Barber – Lead guitar, backing vocals
Devin Triplett – Rhythm guitar, backing vocals (2005–2008)
Bryan Whiteman – Bass guitar
Anthony Brock – Drums

[1998-2008 Emanuel, US]

2. Emanuel Group is one of the most popular groups in Croatia, spiritual music scene. They come from Velika Gorica, where the group gathered in 2001. They have three albums, on which the record of cooperation with domestic and foreign musicians.

Their song "Best Friend" 2009. won first prize in Uskrsfest, the oldest Croatian Festival of spiritual songs. With their music, which was inspired by the Holy Spirit, they celebrate the glory of Jesus Christ, spreading the Word of God and witness to the faith among young people from all Croatian regions.

3. Emanuel Mirea is a Romanian singer who released 2 albums during the 2000s. Later on, he started a duo project called Stigma with another artist. He's currently still a musician, having released a few songs in the latest years, but his new songs differ from the pop sound present in his previous records.

Kryptonite
Emanuel Lyrics

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I be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
All day, straight up, pimp
If you want me, you can find me in the

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Time and time again, I gotta turn back 'round and tell these hoes
That I'm the H-N-I-C, bitch, that's just the way it goes
I be on that shit that have you on it, I don't want no more
At this time, I'll need all my freak hoes to get down on the floor
If you came to rep your set, break that bitch, I let them know
If it's jail I get for stomping haters to sleep, fuck it, I go
Freak, I'll be off in your sheets, straight geeked, swervin' down your street
In a stolen Bonneville with 23's on the feet
Collection while he do brown, back in town to do re-bag
Give me face, I love the sound
Slap the taste, they hit the ground
Back in the A
Hooked up, clicked up with some people that don't play
On that Kryptonite, stay
So high we might fly away

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I, I, I, I, I, be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
All day, straight up, pimp
If you want me, you can find me in the

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Kryptonite, on that Kryptonite
I'm on that Kryptonite
On that Kryptonite

Time and time again I gotta tell these bitches and these hoes
I'm from College Park, where we move that weed and we sling that blow
Get dope on a daily basis
Get high, make them ugly faces
Pull the dro' and I'm on probation
My blunts, I don't be lacing

I'm on that Kryptonite
Come to my crib tonight
Let me beat that puss all night
Run, tell your buddies I fucked you right
Tell them 'bout the plaques on the walls
Tell them how you licked my balls
Tell them how Konkrete run the streets
Big Boi, he put us on

Chevy riders, slingin' powders; Simpson Road, Dixie Hills
Diamonds pressed against that wood, candy paint, spinnin' wheels
Grind time, rap game, remember bitches, Killer Kill
Purple Ribbon rollin' o's, and we all be on that Kryp

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I, I, I, I, I, be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
All day, straight up, pimp
If you want me, you can find me in the

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Kryptonite, on that Kryptonite
I'm on that Kryptonite
On that Kryptonite

Time and time again, I gotta turn back 'round and tell C-Bone
Grab that kurl on out my book bag, I smell 'dro all on you, homes
Suppose the po-po get whiff of the spliff that you smoke, them folk gonna trip
Probably will cause the canines, move it the side of the road, let's take a sniff
Shit, the only thing we ridin' dirty is GBK CD, Tackleberry
So we may be on our merry way
'Cause you just ain't gonna find no yah
Play, I got a tough team of attorneys
Make a judge lean like he sippin' syrupy
They dirty, he can't touch me
Verdict be not guilty, search me

Chevy riders, slingin' powders; Simpson Road, Dixie Hills
Diamonds pressed against that wood, candy paint, spinnin' wheels
Grind time, rap game, remember bitches, Killer Kill
Purple Ribbon rollin' o's, and we all be on that Kryp

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I, I, I, I, I, be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
All day, straight up, pimp
If you want me, you can find me in the

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Kryptonite, (I'm on it) on that Kryptonite (I'm on it)
I'm on that Kryptonite (I'm on it)
On that Kryptonite

I, I, I, I, I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I be on that Kryptonite
Straight up on that Kryptonite
I be on that, straight up on that
I be on that Kryptonite

I, I, I, I, I, be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
All day, straight up, pimp
If you want me, you can find me in the

Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)
Ay (I'm on it)

Kryptonite, on that Kryptonite
I'm on that Kryptonite
On that Kryptonite

(Girls)
Boy stop

Yeah
Haha

Overall Meaning

The song "Kryptonite" by Emanuel is a hip-hop anthem that celebrates a life of partying and debauchery. The artist boasts about his ability to remain high on drugs and alcohol all day and night, and in the process, maintain his status as the head honcho of the scene. He commands his "freak hoes" to get down on the floor, and assures his fans that he will continue to rep his set and stomp on his haters, regardless of the consequences. The chorus of the song, which repeats the line "I be on that Kryptonite," suggests that the artist is invincible, like Superman, after consuming his addictive substance of choice.

The verses in "Kryptonite" paint a vivid picture of the Atlanta nightclub scene, with its Chevy riders, candy paint, and spinning wheels. The artist's references to College Park and Simpson Road give us a sense of his roots, and the tough team of attorneys he mentions suggests that he is not new to trouble with the law. Toward the end of the song, Emanuel acknowledges that there might be a day when he is caught and punished for his lifestyle, but in the meantime, he will continue to ride high.

Overall, "Kryptonite" is a catchy and energetic song that captures the excitement of youth and rebellion. It is an unapologetic celebration of a lifestyle that many listeners might find dangerous or irresponsible, but for Emanuel, it is a source of pride and power.

Line by Line Meaning

I be on it all night, man, I be on it (day day day)
I am consumed by my lifestyle, hustling around the clock and being available to those who need me, every single day

If you want me, you can find me in the Ay (I'm on it)
I'm always in the neighborhood, handling my business, so hit me up if you want to connect

Time and time again, I gotta turn back 'round and tell these hoes That I'm the H-N-I-C, bitch, that's just the way it goes
I constantly have to remind these women who's in charge, the Head N**** In Charge, and they need to respect that

I be on that shit that have you on it, I don't want no more At this time, I'll need all my freak hoes to get down on the floor
I have access to all the drugs and women that I could possibly want, but now it's time for the ladies to show me what they're made of

If you came to rep your set, break that bitch, I let them know If it's jail I get for stomping haters to sleep, fuck it, I go
If you're representing your crew, show me what you're made of and don't hold back. And if I have to go to jail for taking out my enemies, so be it

Freak, I'll be off in your sheets, straight geeked, swervin' down your street In a stolen Bonneville with 23's on the feet
I'll be in bed with you, wild and high, and then I'll make my escape in a stolen car with flashy rims

Collection while he do brown, back in town to do re-bag Give me face, I love the sound Slap the taste, they hit the ground
I'm collecting money while my dealers are handling the drugs, and I enjoy violence against those who cross me

Hooked up, clicked up with some people that don't play On that Kryptonite, stay So high we might fly away
I've joined forces with dangerous individuals who are always on drugs and we're so high that we feel like we could fly away

Time and time again I gotta tell these bitches and these hoes I'm from College Park, where we move that weed and we sling that blow
I constantly have to remind these women where I come from and what I do, which is sell weed and cocaine in the neighborhood of College Park

Get dope on a daily basis Get high, make them ugly faces Pull the dro' and I'm on probation My blunts, I don't be lacing
I use drugs every day, which makes my face contort in unpleasant ways. Even though I'm on probation, I still use marijuana but I never lace my blunts with anything else

Come to my crib tonight Let me beat that puss all night Run, tell your buddies I fucked you right Tell them 'bout the plaques on the walls Tell them how you licked my balls Tell them how Konkrete run the streets Big Boi, he put us on
Come over to my place so that I can have sex with you all night. Tell your friends about how great I was and brag about the awards I have on display. Also give a shout out to Big Boi, who helped us get here

Chevy riders, slingin' powders; Simpson Road, Dixie Hills Diamonds pressed against that wood, candy paint, spinnin' wheels Grind time, rap game, remember bitches, Killer Kill Purple Ribbon rollin' o's, and we all be on that Kryp
We roll around in Chevy cars, selling drugs in the neighborhoods of Simpson Road and Dixie Hills. We have lots of bling, brightly colored cars with spinning wheels. Our rap group grinds hard, and don't forget about Killer Kill. We also love to smoke Purple Ribbon weed

Time and time again, I gotta turn back 'round and tell C-Bone Grab that kurl on out my book bag, I smell 'dro all on you, homes Suppose the po-po get whiff of the spliff that you smoke, them folk gonna trip Probably will cause the canines, move it the side of the road, let's take a sniff
I have to constantly remind C-Bone to grab the weed out of my bag because he smells like he's been smoking it. If the police catch a whiff of it, they'll definitely investigate. They may even bring in drug dogs to search us

Shit, the only thing we ridin' dirty is GBK CD, Tackleberry So we may be on our merry way 'Cause you just ain't gonna find no yah
We're not carrying any drugs or guns. The only thing we have is our music and some snacks, so we're free to leave and you won't find anything

Play, I got a tough team of attorneys Make a judge lean like he sippin' syrupy They dirty, he can't touch me Verdict be not guilty, search me
Don't mess with me because I have a skilled legal team that can convince a judge to dismiss any charges against me. They're so good that they can even make the judge seem corrupt. So go ahead and search me, you won't find anything

Kryptonite, (I'm on it) on that Kryptonite (I'm on it) I'm on that Kryptonite (I'm on it) I, I, I, I, I be on that Kryptonite
I'm always on drugs, Kryptonite in particular, and it has me feeling invincible

Boy stop Yeah Haha
I just wanted to interrupt this serious song with a moment of levity. Mission accomplished

Writer(s): Nicholas W. Sherwood, Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Anthony P. Barrett Copyright: Polygram Music Publishing Pty. Ltd., Universal Music - Mgb Songs, West Savannah Music, White Boy Leroy'S Soul Shop

Contributed by Miles B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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