Goin all in, no time left for all the chitter-chatter/ pitter patter sounds surrounds mean bloodhounds who roam freely within my grounds/ They love it when I start hittin with quick spittin verbs and nouns, straight leavin the hoes smitten off of what's simply off the top of the dome. None is written, yet it's still gettin 'em burned to the 33rd degree like Pippen.

Empro V I, be live...ALL CITY nigga no jive, down since '85
Watch & lemme get at cha' with ill subject matter liable to batter your whole frame/ Flying on a cloud, sitting regal black & proud, movin on the low/ The Quiet Storm's never loud, but will penetrate right through reinforced concrete and steel/ Rollin with somethin highly illegal makin sure we react to whatever it is you feel

Run them pockets!!

Ease up off that Watch..You know the drill
Peep how I hold your gasp, and you gaze for my attention/ Stop and listen the the raw and the real
Polishing the mic until it glows and glistens.

All in spinnin' as the clock quickens, desert heat is hotter than the dickens.