5. "Leader of the New School" In response to In response to 0 Wed Jul-26-06 10:07 PM by empro
Spittin humble mumble jargon Comin from the concrete jungle with my squadron Runnin the streets with spikes on my cleats ready for a tussle Got damn it.... Here comes that son of a gun Yea, I'm a real nigga Bet you won't ever "KnowOne" My rhyme display gives off more solar rays than the sun Dumb fucks struggle with lyrical muscle I'm doin this shit for fun 20 years prior... I was the deadliest thing ever conceived inside a womb Plottin murderous metaphors for so-called self righteous OKP whores Stackin up my ammo and vocab to kick down their doors Sendin their souls higher You ain't said nothin new son When u spit it, that shit was on the tip of my tongue The next breath comin up from my lungs Old heads aint poppin hot raps They softer than hot-dog buns Verbally I bankrupt funds Corrupts daughters and 1st born suns Writing my illmatic fixtures in the form of scripture And hand it to nuns My criteria is similar to diarrhea I give wack niggas the runs Yet my style is regal like the King of Nigera All day and night Old dude wanna get rude but talk it out... But I'm tryin to fight!! You scared... Cuz my precision cuts ya deep like a surgeons incision And you aint got 20/20 vision Here's the real chills.... I'm the only one serving you punks with suicide pills As soon as we shake hands..I'm breakin all deals So deal wit it.
Words? I kill wit it Problem? Come see Empro and bring your main flow It's evident I'm the main event Get a taste Bet you'll leave wit ya vertebrae bent