One, two, 4, three...Who else could it be? None other E comin in cloudy on your sunny day's forecast...Suited & booted up, plus gloves come included along with 3 black mags & a black mask, locked & loaded ready to blast/ Rebel rep black lad comin through with that old school flavor that's simply astoundin' but soundin brand new/ The pulse of the party keepin pretty eye's hearts poundin...In between the beats lies a couple of ill lines dropped by yours truly...And they always generate dolla signs...Find me up in between La Brea & Wilshire, yea, I be on them streets/ Soon after in between them sheets with a couple of freaks...

The pen leaks hellfire-shuttin down plans you had to conspire-blame it on the wire...

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Check the illustrious sultan of rap/ Huffin so much it would make a lung collapse...And we aint gotta roll wit a strap...You better beware when shots get lodged...It ain't no mirage...You seen my face on the news, my picture on the flyer...I took the night/
So DUCK before the words give ya body a deep tissue massage & I make you feel what "Getting Closer to God" feels like
What else is better than this?
Empro v-i, aka 'Kris' is takin you to bliss!
Word nirvana...Gettin up on the mic straight rippin it ^ like a pirana ...then puttin it together like a collage.