Madsol-Desar - Who's That? lyrics

[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 s**ers is laid out [Hook] 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 [Hook] [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 pa**ion 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 [Hook]