Emporium

Yeah Uh huh, uh huh I like to call this Emporium Checkmate nigga Yeah This my cradle to the grave, slave to pen and page, gave them different flame and y'all remain to keep saying the same shit Take heed, don't do this, take cautionary But as a black man in society I lost already, now who the fuck coming ahead of me, picture me that I'm a shadow, a silhouette, can you picture me black Stop giving me dap You fake and you mentally whack The difference is that, your future visions live in my past You abandoned me in my time of need I was trying to climb the tree and get the group and you in the finest suites behind a beach But I say, fuck it, cause it's time to carry on Fuck a friendship, I knock them out, I bury bonds Nobody be facing me, nobody be chasing me My skin versus yours, the only time you be racing me For real, get familiar with this penicillin I'm spitting when my pen is lifted Fuck wrong with you thinking you pacing me You using a monitor, or meter, or thermometer I'm flaming, contain it, that pussy pretty, I'm gon' eat her This track doing numbers in dozens, something you wasn't Oh, you mumbling something Leave you slumped on your cousin, we don't do that bitch shit Ain't no fussing and hollering I got some niggas in Holland who quick to bust when you call them Oh what the fuck, you keep talking, oh shit you must want problems Call Dblack, him and his boys got monkey nuts at your collar I Ain't no ghetto gangstar Nigga, I bang hard, read paper this AR Look at my bank cards, y'all always can play soft Nigga I James Harden Outer space flow, these hoes get space barred I keep them apart And each of these who speak to me, can see that flash, gon' eat like his plate gone And bitch I be glazed, nigga, it's dew the morning time You must be a fool, you think your crew be out sporting mine You pussy imposter nigga this lyrical dominance I'll spit this annihilation to you and your mom and them And bitch I be bombing them, whip his ass and I'm stomping him, chomping him eating these rappers, I be dental when flossing them So nigga take cover, duck and hide, cause fucker, I'm predatory This lesson gory, better pray you live to tell the story Matter of fact, cover your ears, bitch, you best ignore me Blessed with swarming forging and forming words till the rest adore me Listen, fuck what records sell now Bitch I want a record that's gon' sell out Bitch I wanna make a classic, fuck making hits cause on average, them same hits, they won't be missed or reminisced upon But the ones you cried and needed tissues on or threw your fist up on That's the tracks that'll reach and deliver the message The songs that your moms hear and give her a blessing The songs that's heard for generations to pass bending basics of math and I know y'all waiting for that but Nowadays, they remaking the craft, they take kids with autism and replace it with rap But either way when Ignite on the mic, it's either plain Or it's the type that you like, whether it's quite nice or try hype I blindside all the right types of sounds to get you off your hind pots You better watch for your blind spots Before I come from behind watch There's no time for wait Grandmaster with the flow, no time for breaks I go to work on my Kool Mo Dee You know me, in my soul, I'm a cool OG Ho please, get this dough, I hope that you don't think I'ma give you some money for what you put on me Some pussy nigga Paying for pussy is for pussy niggas And Flash be the realest out I pioneered this whole game like I'm Coke La Rock And if you say otherwise, I'ma seal his mouth, I'm peeling out Now you think you're seeing doubts, proposed to the game like a nigga kneeling down You embarrassing and I'm far from proud You make pennies, motherfucker call em Oscar Proud damn Dumb hoe, no thoughts allowed damn I really guess my thoughts are loud, cause I ain't mean to say that Well, shit, it done slipped out And half of these niggas I'm talking to they done bitched out Without the work ethic all you niggas done missed out I put my blood in it, blue niggas done cripped out Don't be afraid to change the game always stayed the same, but flash can claim the shit like it's his town Guess I got a little upset But it's hard when I'm giving up sweat And I'm grinding with this music but ain't nobody here giving out checks But these bitches steady giving out neck, but how's that gonna feed the fam huh Buy a house for my grandma Go from a boy to a man, huh, you don't understand bruh Real rap come once in a while like Christmas, and a nigga Santa I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna You got what I want, huh I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna Yeah Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Yeah