I got niggas contradicted and morally conflicted from stories I so vividly depicted
My rhyme format was built for combat, so how you gonna react?
Dog, you're whole style is an ACT...and the shits scripted
Therefore I don't respect it and just like a dyslexic, I flipped it
The code of the streets stays strict
Your weak skill is a cheap thrill like some dome & grill from a hoe in the Red Light District

I'm here to shorten a rappers life expectancy
You niggas go half - hearted, that’s why so many of you geeks are lookin' and sounding retarded
My flow makes even conscious minds move slow cuz they can’t endure...
Keeping their shit pre-mature like an early pregnancy
Lack of energy and complexity ain't never affectin' me
By any means
I supply armies and teams, only to verbally shatter their dreams
Of World Domination like Pinky & Brain
The riddles I write and recite leave cats insane

these fighting words fighting words
i gotta get them in
these fightiing words fighting words
i gotta get them in
don't get offended by what you read
but the naive, should really take heed

ho, slut, trife ass trick
punk, chump, son of a bitch
this the type of shit
that get you laid in a ditch
for what used to be a fist
transformed to four fifths
sure to give a lift
running off at the lips
hollow point torpedos
that'll sink you ship
for these are fighting words
better get grip
a simple your momma
can bring a lot of drama
alleviate the coma
if you'd just use comma, and pause
stop looking for applause
cause one of these days
it'll be the last straw


shit i'll finish this later
Whats Good Empro

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

Blaze it up, blaze it up
one blunt, one gun, one gat, one tic-tac, spit spat, sit back, hit the deck, get set, go run, run run
Blaze it up, Blaze it up
Blaze up the fires, rain down ire, make you prespire, inspire the liars, working the beat friers
Blaze it up Blaze it up
Not sweating from fear, bur from fire tracks, dope raps, fresh spat, keep track, now quick, stand back
watch the show, watch my flow, smoke some dro, bob and go, grind that ho, my minds no more, wheres the floor? it tried to get up and go
I way down your feet, with my hypnotizing beats, my mesmerizing speak, your mind ill keep, give it to me, see me, be me, so free, sorry, dont compete, hell cant even keep my heat...

real

i got them words that shock you like an electric feel
I'm live & direct in full effect..NO 3D, and about to burn you niggas worse than VD
I highly doubt you wanna see me...Cold as ICE 9 inches 'squared' so ya hoe knows I'm twice as nice
Givin her something she can feel....Some of that REAL...Puttin it work like hard-hats pounding the streets with an electric drill

t.Killa got that disrespectful shit I know you just love to rock with
Eyes low, due to the hydro but got 'em covered by my fitted lid
By the way nigga, how's your wife and my KID?


Owwwwwww, lol

empro implore me, you might be phat but im thorny, im so horny, and you bore me
with your pointless thesis, tree this, face this, your claims are baseless, i drop mace and hits, surely you become faceless, just quick taste this, dick its painless
cause i got no protection, sick with infections, undetected unsuspected, self corrected, my flow left it, my foot stepped it
up then down, pound with sex sounds, strap that frown down, Macy Gray had to say keep the sound down, now clown
youve got a red sore, never seen this before, whats a pussy pop for, uck the things i do for the score, ive got problems, i know im a whore
condoms? what are these for? im disgusting, uck please shoot me before, i go too far, and skeet ya new born.

my bad if that was too far, ive got a disgusting sense of humor at times and its worse if i wanna freestyle. dig ya rhymes tho

A nigga named Sharif ain't nothin but a big pussy...and she's known to queef...
Pull your skirt down nigga..your pads starting to leak, and in this village we don't take too kind to soft ass non rappers...
And GUESS who's the chief?

Lil nigga with 23 post don't make me have to flip your lid...
I'm on some down right disrespectful shit...

Like havin you & your hoe wife raise MY kid

Don't put me to the test, cuz best believe I got he juice ya dig?

*Two Finger-snaps* and Sharif's executed...

And guess what?
No one gave a FUCK.
No one cried. No body rioted, no one looted.

When will these rookies learn that Empro's will burn ya?
Ignite the lighting fluid and wild'd on on weak mc's...
Straight goin stupid

Sky Guerilla comin at ya quick, strippen ya down, unmasking your tricks, stompin on your soul, mixin your bricks, fixin a hole, in ya pants where ya pissed
Your bones, your tones, your frightened raps blown, your trident I own, you’re Neptune with no home, send you no direction alone, sit down in the crippled zone
Lyrically you’ve been altered, your rhyme schemes faltered, rap styles hit the rocks, sinkin like Gibralter, I called her, your girl, she curled, then cumed, then stunned, I cumed, for fun, your done, my son, im one
tough reflection of Eminem, your names at best minimum, slim and infeminine, dying from unleaded within, my name, stomps you with Tims, baked like sweet cinnamon, mysterious as Mystery men
Mines smooth butter, brother please don’t stutter, or please buck futter, I will have to smother, that’s not a hole it’s a cutter, my mouth will rip you like Kernel Custard
It makes you look uncool, It made fun of you in school, I sat in the back of the class and smacked your ass, and stared you down till you walked right back, Never did I attack, I sat back and laughed, and got up and stacked, and packed up from class
I may be done at last, but I thought I couldn’t rap, but I guess I can boom bap
Laugh, laugh, I just first, you last.


i gotta catch a plane brotha, im peacin for a while, ill try to get back at ya when im around a computer again

real

<--really!,have one--


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Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

!

No introduction, mind control and forceful induction/

I marry 2 wrongs to make it worse like Rednecks and first cousins/

My flow is Behind Enemy Lines chasing Owen Wilson on jet ski's/

with the style of twin dragons like Jimmy and Billy Lee/

Beat you dick heads like adolescents goin thru puberty/

Im out on the hunt, sluggin niggas in the chest like Dick Cheney/

Alpha Team bravo, neutralize any Bogeys with lethal action/

Meet at 18:00 hours for helicopter extraction/

So when did grown men wearin' pink come into fashion/

used to be that Pink was into men,and Black Men were about taking action/

What's that you say? You don't like the way I rhyme?/

You lucky I choose the divine instead of making a desk lamp outta ya spine/

Niggas in the game now is Foul Swine like a Club Sandwich/

catch me with 6 stars, I'm GTA IV with the damage/

I can shape your body into a double pretzel/

Eatin' up you lil kids like the witch that ate Hansel/

Im an animal, I'll skewer you like small game on a pole/

stretch you out like the passage of time through a Black Hole/

approach me with caution,even if you don't know/

I box niggas in more than fear of the unknown/

I digg a female out like an excavation ditch/

and stay crashin thru walls like the Juggernaut BITCH!/

Don't you know who the fuck I am/

I'm the 120 mm Smoothbore on an M1 Abrams/

It wouldn't be wise to respond to this post/

you niggas all Punky Brewster's ya'll just don't know.

First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
- Mahatma Gandhi

Mystic bouncing and rhyme countin, rhythm ridin cause this street beats excitin, why ya fightin, im ignitin, light ya face with laid back lightnin,
I’m enlightened, insight from within, get me on my grind, theres no stopin, once my lips, hit that juice and gin, “Laaaaid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind”
Oh please stop, youll find I grind, bones to powder, so fine, feed ya to swine, leave ya sitting blind, begging for the time, all alone, left disconnected from your eyes
Oh please don’t despise my rhymes, cause they keep time, they so divine, your rhymes too be fine, but they lack information inside, they wear stunner shades, cause behind they cry
Its not your fault I grind, hard with the best of em, condemn em, I aint friends with em, im just rippin and you defenden em,
I see you barely on land, cant hide your head in the sand, put your ears over your hands, cant cheese or make bread, your dumb in the head, dead in the head, whats that I said? Think quick, ya didn’t comprehend
You got a slow flow and a fat ho, your tracks are wack, you cant mack in last, at last you understand why I blast, cause I can kill you softly with these tracks.

Please Scat BACK

real

btw empro i ripped you up above. waitin for the rap back so i can scat back? little battle never hurt no body. ima be on a trip for a bit but ill try to respond in time

real