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Empire
44
Hip-Hop/Rap
Empire was released on June 3, 2019 by UnderPressure/ HardWorkClockWork Ent as a part of the album Thug Poetry Tape
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Release DateJune 3, 2019
LabelUnderPressure/ HardWorkClockWork Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dorian Jarrel Mathis
Dorian Jarrel Mathis
Songwriter

Lyrics

ROCK MUSIC
ROCK MUSIC Stops
Rock Music
Tracing the beat
We cruised with the hottest
Thugpoet , been the topic and spittin' hot shit, dunstradomous ebonics, we reading books magazines and comics
Hit this planet earth like an asteroid comet
I'm the explosion, my lyrics is golden
Rhymes cold, people frozen, they on heroin
When LaDi is in, LaDi if in, Died and came back again
Blowing up a star, super sonic
Street enomics , foes try to cop it
Flows heavy boy, you can't stop it
Lucky Luciano, bumpin' Johnson metals and trophies, my voices speaks to youth Dun you the Truth
Low but gradually grew , bitches say they say they Love you, but its
Your face I didn't knew
Maybe I'm stoned, my life I listed
My life I risked it
Rhymes is endless, thoughts in my mind is mad vicious
Walk in my trails, bitches get nailed
Alot if drug sales, crime pays and pussy sales
You can't be a snitch, goin to jail
You behind the cell, go into stage one
You acting hard, you complaining
Thoughts, what you did was wrong
That thug life, you claimed it
But you faked it, now you the main target
You going through hell while you in the cell
You a snitch, **** killed you in jail
You convict, Dunstradomous edited
Use a predicate, epileptic
Son elephant, takin seizure
Medicine diligent, rhymes excellent
Smooth but voilent, this shit I studied it
This real shit, you can't think nothing of it
This game, I'm locked hand cuff to it
I spittin hard-eatin rappers rare your career
I will tear , you nothing like me
Me and you, you can't compare
Bodies I railed it , your body parts
Laid in my shoebox, I mailed it
Nothing like me, ****
I'm laid back, getting high
Throwing two crabs in a bucket
Fuck it, you gotta love it
Fuck it, yeah, you gotta love it
Uh, you gotta love it
****, shit, we finally major
The golden leaf on top of everything
We ownin acres
We throwing nothing but this green paper
Everything's written in Greek letters
The electronic super sonic the flows
Bionic
I'm drunk off the Henny, ****
Shit, I'm mad, toxic
I'm the heart of the city, want everything
My mind greedy, the intensity
Black stocking cap, killa
Dunn kill his enemy with lack of energy
They say I was gonna kill bill
We spitting, mad fiction
The golden leaf poison ivy, pussy kill me you died slowly
They say I'm the rawest out , ****, plead guilty
Rhymes too hot, man dun, your flow filthy
The lyrical base, the basic instinct
Logical when I do it
I'm your perfect influence, so get together
The golden leaf, weed, money included
Diplomatic immunity in motion
Dead bodies floating in the ocean
I'm too busy swag surfing
Un lucky kill destination is
Ta murk him , some fool , misunderstood him
Dun, you prevent realness in the hood
Written by: Dorian Jarrel Mathis
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