[Verse 1] 

Yo 

If you gonna do it till it hurts, then say oww 

You about putting in work, then say oww 

Y'all gonna catch it when the words are sprayed out 

Rap style perfected, verses laid out 

A verse like the deadliest curse I place out 

To any rapper that happen to think I fade out 

Or any rapper that happen to think I play out 

The house that rap built, I'm coming to raid out 

The only thing left after the check is made out 

Stand around and count how many suckers is laid out 



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Who's That? 

Emp with the rugged flow 

Y'all let the public know 

Y'all shouldn't touch it though 

Rock That! 

Rock with the rugged sound 

Aim for a different crowd 

Who came to get it down? 

Last Emp! 

More than a champion 

Fight till the battles won 

Read all about it son 

Rock That! 

I came to give you more 

Wild out with your boys 

Girls wanna hit the floor 

Winter, spring, summer, fall 

Everybody hit the floor 

Every last one of y'all 

Tell them who they waiting for 

Last Emp! 



[Verse 2] 

Some call me mandible 

Over power, devour emcees like a cannibal 

You know my steez, please read the manual 

If the ladies shake it then that's understandable 

See, I write raps for all occasions 

And I excite fans of all persuasions 

With lyrics that are sharp like claws and razors 

I leave the mic with cuts and small abrasions 

You ain't got the patience to do what I'm doing 

The raw type of sound the rough type of unit 

I rock the crowd, keep the club booming 

So underground, I feel like I'm sub-human 

Mainstream love me, I'll love it right back 

Streets wanna hug me, I'll hug it right back 

It ain't no telling how the public might act 

I can thug it like that cuz I'm rugged like that 

I'm so rugged I'm running through rap teams 

I'm so rugged in Tims and black jeans 

I'm so rugged I carry a canteen 

In this urban jungle like a malaria vaccine 



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[Verse 3] 

Vocabulary dropper 

My rap book, magic like Harry Potter 

Rough writer much like a magician 

I'm kicking magic spells that put the females in position 

And when they ask what my rapping is under 

Tell them to use words like magic and wonder 

Tell them to use words like passion and hunger 

Tell them I got an album that will crack through the summer 

And when it hits the pitch at a certain rate 

You got to admit, I don't spit, I regurgitate 

Over beats that will increase the verbal murder rate 

Beats that will make you dislocate your vertebrae 

The ground shakes when I hear that drum 

Here I come, tell them where I'm from 

I'm from West Philadelphia, Transylvania 

Body slamming rappers like Wrestlemania 

Rocking your stadium, I'm out on tour 

Turn it out, when the Emp is in the house, I'm raw 

Down at the record store, who the checking for 

Y'all better hit the floor, all hail the Emperor 



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