Behold the nice, Ice cold Joe wit flow Dark complex-skin deeply in tune wit the mic connection shellin out keys of crystal white blow Up in the lime light so long to the point my skin glow during the darkest of nights... Empires fall no matter how they tower with heights Im bringing winter through your town & make your sun die slow by the hands of December snow
Check it, and Peep how I bust tho... As I continue to slay any name on the menu Your the opening act, but I'm headlining the venue Watch me transform a crew along with you into straight Gusto Guns I bust...no but these verbal shots are killin just the same Don't be mad your luck ran low and you couldn't keep up wit the tempo Never have I met the emotion called shame, but this is the life you chose so I continue expose millions of rap foes Nah I never wanted to commit suicide but I wish you nothing but good luck yo! There been countless acts and thousand of cats put on wax, bangin on beats for desperate love in the streets And they all stopped Dec 4, 1985 when Empro dropped.....Even time froze For in a dry dead thorn bush emerged a black rose
Now he's cut loose!!! The long dick nigga wit a real short fuse refused to lose life over death is what he had to choose His mouth is his weapon so he's always strapped, ready to push a kids wig back like Bishop in 'Juice' Ego bangin as these balls stay hangin, I know you'd rather see me swangin' on a tree from a noose Be we don't give a Fuck! Fuck! We can play Duck! Duck! So guess who's the goose Word rapture be the device for capture Steady 'CB4'n' niggas like the Raptors Chris Bosh The games been told & sold, now everybody got their signals crossed Asses flipped and tossed daily and even the smartest dogs get out fox'd Paradigm thinkin - I'm way outside the box Seek where you hide then commit double homocide then make it all look like twin suicide I got your brain open like bullets to the mind Bizaare like deaf leading the blind But still I'm comin at chu on text, TV even radio too Time shifts and demands watch how me and my dj speak with our hands and throw up signs of the impaired.... This is Emprovise signing off on EČ
really felt the flow of it... seemed to pick up in tempo and adrenaline with each stanza. or at least that's how i read it lol. anyway, keep doin ya thing.
>Now he's cut loose!!! >The long dick nigga wit a real short fuse refused to lose life over >death is what he had to choose >His mouth is his weapon so he's always strapped, ready to push a kids >wig back like Bishop in 'Juice' >Ego bangin as these balls stay hangin, I know you'd rather see me >swangin' on a tree from a noose >Be we don't give a Fuck! Fuck! >We can play Duck! Duck! So guess who's the goose >Word rapture be the device for capture >Steady 'CB4'n' niggas like the Raptors Chris Bosh >The games been told & sold, now everybody got their signals crossed >Asses flipped and tossed daily and even the smartest dogs get out fox'd >Paradigm thinkin - I'm way outside the box
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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