The Iron Tongue spits quick shit to puncture holes in any lung
All from words off the web I've spun
Los Angeles native son is driving somethin exotic and foreign trail blazin
Spine tingling hair raising thoughts is what I'm explorin while you keep imploring me to stop and close up shop
This is taking you back to the glory days of dumb white girls and Frat house hazing
Summer in the city where ladies are pretty, but have attitudes that's mad shitty
So I tell 'em to catch my Grace that's simpling Amazing!
Structured non fiction diction and syntax which hits the computer screen, then is placed on wax
All in hopes of
Green stacks, gold & silver plaques, plus raw dog'n these chicks bare-backs
It's the Internet Sensation, soon to be all over your local radio stations going airborne like Weapons of Mass Distruction & Anthrax
E excels when he sets sails... dropping more salt to put on you snails
This to me comes EZ. Plus You niggas couldn't see me even in HD.
But reguardless still one of the hardest coming at chu' live in HI DEF, leaving petty rhymers worse off than Pras & Wyclef
Enemies become washed up 'Refugees' like millions of Haitians
Stepping in this terrain added muscle to my frame and knowledge to the brain
December bread
6 foot 1 inches lies my optical view...None of you lames can shine as bright...Adjust your hue
December boy leaves white tee's crimson red
Only real hustlers get fed
"The City of Angels" is more like the walking dead so don't come through unless you don't mind piping hot lead going inside you and the crew
December be ready for any action quick to take off on any army or faction amred to the teeth and break 'em down faster than a fraction
And when it's all said and done their bodies will be flatter than the ass of any Asian or Anglo Saxon
These streets is where my mental cleats gained traction
21 years of age mixed in with 14 years of misplaced rage got me open handed pimp slappin
Which is why you suckas will address me as Mr. Jackson
Head bobbin, body throbbin, soul sockin, verbally shockin lyricist who's rockin this
Ain't none comin close to this
My status is Prime...Just like brotha Optimus
Which means its no where you cats can walk safely...My mouth is a loaded gun and it’s been off safety
Suicide is the only way you escape me
These brown eyes will see you in dreams then assemble teams to terrorize worse then Freddie making grown men wake up in cold sweats
Along with throat burning screams

Just peep the stee-lo
This pro be all about the dough
My beginning be your Apocalypto
Some say "His flow is similar to a young Pac yo..."
But my name is Empro
So all rappers here can breathe easy and die slow