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11-16-2015, 06:47 AM
The Syndicate Website - March 6th 2000
The Rose:
Emptiness they say is loneliness
I must be the emptiest then, it's lonely at the top
That's my place in Hip-Hop
Empty? I'm the soulless man like Centurious
Try and compete? Leave me furious
It's curious that you would even journey
To a tourney where you'll leave on a gurney
Carried out on a stretcher, betch your
Bottom dollar tomorrow there won't be sun
The Rose = number one, simple equation
Time for confrontation, got you pacin
The floor back and for' sayin "How did this happen?
I can't beat The Rose at rappin"
If you kick a verse I'm surely nappin, bore me rapidly
But meanwhile my style is magic, see?
EMCEE, you see your glass as half-empty
Mine is full to the brim
Dim is your hope, Naw, more like nonexistant
The light at the end of the tunnel's too distant
You missed it, the point, that is, you're confused
I cruise, I bruise, I DON'T LOSE
I use a fraction of my mental energies
to empty out emcees, til they're left hollow
While you lament I chill like Lamont w/ Rollo
Do you follow?
My wisdom like Apollo, but like Zeus
I jolt you with a lightning bolt that I let loose
Like Goose in Top Gun, this is your last flight
Tryna test me, I killed ya pilot light
Will you still get props? You must be joking
But don't worry, I hear JJ Fad's got an opening...
Next.
EMPTY EMCEE:
Hold your scrotums, cause the queen is about to circumsize,
Emcees who wanna contest, uh oh, i'm gonna hurt some guys,
The radiance that orbits my dome is a halo of power,
So Rose, get your epitaph rady, this is your final hour,
I mean nimute, cause when i get in it, your rhymes get tinted,
Must be what i invented, a plan to opaque the fake,
For my sake, call a forfeit like ICU freestyle contestants,
When my ingredients start mixing, you get buried under these settlements,
I'm relevant, word life i get psyched from my wind pipe,
To the non-Boomerrang feet that walk beats like cops at night,
I give emcees the Blues like B.B. King on Hill Streets,
You tumble when i cause fumbles, then kick you with my cleets,
From A to Z i'm unique, Empty, the Queen Echelon,
I rckon tons of diverse peotry would have me sweatin some,
But i ain't stressin, in fact, i put a Rose upon your coffin,
Silently resting peaceful after tangling with the arson,
Closed casket, the damge to your epidermal features' extensive,
Unidentified even by dental records, the coroners urled when they witnessed it,
I'm the almighty, leave kids clinging to my coat tails,
Derail those who think their train of thought is hard as hell,
But you ain't Cool J, and no pink cookies for sale here,
The competition is none so i guess victory is near,
Give some gumption, my functions leave the Rose reachin for luncheons,
Trying to get more strength, but the rhyme's length induced more punchings,
Down for the count, crown me the new Imperial,
Like Forcez, put your head in corsets as i elevate empirical.
I'm out like that!
The Rose:
Emptiness they say is loneliness
I must be the emptiest then, it's lonely at the top
That's my place in Hip-Hop
Empty? I'm the soulless man like Centurious
Try and compete? Leave me furious
It's curious that you would even journey
To a tourney where you'll leave on a gurney
Carried out on a stretcher, betch your
Bottom dollar tomorrow there won't be sun
The Rose = number one, simple equation
Time for confrontation, got you pacin
The floor back and for' sayin "How did this happen?
I can't beat The Rose at rappin"
If you kick a verse I'm surely nappin, bore me rapidly
But meanwhile my style is magic, see?
EMCEE, you see your glass as half-empty
Mine is full to the brim
Dim is your hope, Naw, more like nonexistant
The light at the end of the tunnel's too distant
You missed it, the point, that is, you're confused
I cruise, I bruise, I DON'T LOSE
I use a fraction of my mental energies
to empty out emcees, til they're left hollow
While you lament I chill like Lamont w/ Rollo
Do you follow?
My wisdom like Apollo, but like Zeus
I jolt you with a lightning bolt that I let loose
Like Goose in Top Gun, this is your last flight
Tryna test me, I killed ya pilot light
Will you still get props? You must be joking
But don't worry, I hear JJ Fad's got an opening...
Next.
EMPTY EMCEE:
Hold your scrotums, cause the queen is about to circumsize,
Emcees who wanna contest, uh oh, i'm gonna hurt some guys,
The radiance that orbits my dome is a halo of power,
So Rose, get your epitaph rady, this is your final hour,
I mean nimute, cause when i get in it, your rhymes get tinted,
Must be what i invented, a plan to opaque the fake,
For my sake, call a forfeit like ICU freestyle contestants,
When my ingredients start mixing, you get buried under these settlements,
I'm relevant, word life i get psyched from my wind pipe,
To the non-Boomerrang feet that walk beats like cops at night,
I give emcees the Blues like B.B. King on Hill Streets,
You tumble when i cause fumbles, then kick you with my cleets,
From A to Z i'm unique, Empty, the Queen Echelon,
I rckon tons of diverse peotry would have me sweatin some,
But i ain't stressin, in fact, i put a Rose upon your coffin,
Silently resting peaceful after tangling with the arson,
Closed casket, the damge to your epidermal features' extensive,
Unidentified even by dental records, the coroners urled when they witnessed it,
I'm the almighty, leave kids clinging to my coat tails,
Derail those who think their train of thought is hard as hell,
But you ain't Cool J, and no pink cookies for sale here,
The competition is none so i guess victory is near,
Give some gumption, my functions leave the Rose reachin for luncheons,
Trying to get more strength, but the rhyme's length induced more punchings,
Down for the count, crown me the new Imperial,
Like Forcez, put your head in corsets as i elevate empirical.
I'm out like that!