The earth quakes, Harlem streets shake niggas who can't have will rise up and take Rollin down the street in a black Jeep, under the seat lies heat Speedin through stop signs flashin 9s Hooded jackets look like Jackson Pollick designs and they ain't gonna brake Riots breakin out in every nation Cats protest the radio stations....Killin the wack artists who's songs stay in heavy rotation Dead bodies inside the lobby next to empty Hennessy bottles and fake hair pieces left on tha floor from top models Peep the watch, check the time zone Grab a microphone and phone home Call it the REBIRTH of Empro's curse and release my clones Then I'll hit up Sway...Put the hit out on every mixtape DJ
Some call it the end...Sayin it's so long fake niggas can pretend I guess hip hop and Satan made amends and became best friends somewhere in the process Then the music went from being flawless to lawless No holds bar Natives posted in foreign cars at video shoots Hold tight...Ma your gonna jump for JOY! I'm about to deploy a decoy Bring out the parachutes We goin to war for this music Put on the black tee's and Timb boots I'm the last one left Ready to rock until I'm def Or reach death Either or....The game is sewn up Fake ones shoulda never shown up Now the whole thing is blown up
damn buddy.. pretty angry.. thats alright i feel where you comin from.. a lotta shit out there.. shit was tight.. but the right way to respond involves a verse.. I'mma drop you a lil somethin'.. but I gotta get my head right first. Let me run through this Kanye and Talib Kweli and we'll see whats up..
"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche