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