The Last Emperor

The Last Emperor - Who's That? lyrics

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[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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

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