The end of an era.

Big up to Cryptic One, who is the one producer incapable of making a bad beat.

Lyrics:

The night is where the lies live, eyes rid of the self-imposing iris,
I risk what assigns me a kind of a design, let the velvet o' the night be the righteous,
Write this, for lights in the right fist,
Tight mitts, I stifle the virus,
Sirens blare but nobody could care, I'm a walking death machine turned suicide affair,
With the ruins o' despair, no wonder all the cogs just stutter in the air,
In the lair of the enemy, life inside itself, I'm a book of the undead on a lost and empty shelf...

Burn in Hell, Polack.

Polack is Dead

Welcome to the next level.

Props to the ever excellent Pretty Lights, whose music probably inspired the phrase "The Shit".

Lyrics:

E.M.P. with the dream on scene,
Action, traction, cut that seam,
What that means to the lean MC?
Well, the meat on me, is the beast in season,
Reason, or the rationale? I take a few for food, and let the rest announce,
I'm on the lasting pounce, with my rivals like,
“What makes the motherfucker so damn fresh?”
To death, I'm on the next level,
Hand up to god, I'm gonna crush metal,
Land your facade, because I'm unsettling,
With the menacing, got the anti-air on the pair that I'm peddling,
Reveling in night, I choke out the light;
Sight out the might, apply the grip tight,
The whites of my eyes are lies, in bold kind,
A mask for right side of mind, I'm left rhyming...

The Next Level (Rough Mix)

A Christmas story, for you boys and girls. Many props to mtbrd for instilling the dope ass spirit of Christmas into his beat and inspiring this track.

Lyrics:

Once upon a time, not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and played with snow,
There was a little boy that was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said,
"You and me son, we're gonna be real good,
And Santa's gonna come and give us up what should."
He did the job, and it was odd, the obligatory,
So goes the story, it was all the same,  little did it change,
The same amount of presents for a massive lot of strain,
The heat was in his brain, and he was hardly sane,
He started knocking presents on the ground like Jenga games,
His dad came round, his face all confusion,
And that's when his son confessed to his illusions,
"What's foolish," he said, as a matter of fact,
"Is how we we do the good deeds as a matter of cash,
The act should be made as a matter of tact,
But there instead is an exchange, like a trade or a pact.”
The lad stood for a second, took it in like a stray,
And rushed the father, because he knew how to play,
The way through to happiness, wasn't nestled in box,
But in the heart of any other, with a wish to be thoughtful...

Children's Story (Christmas Edition)

A secret level from my debut album, 'Like Night & Day', available at your nearest medieval merchant stand

Lyrics:

Once upon a time there were three great thieves,
Living in a city where the city ate dreams,
One took pity on the poor, took privy to the core,
Started robbing for the sake of something more,
He fed beggars and yet,
he didn't take a single dime, never had a regret,
He didn't pay it respect, the thought of keeping the check,
He let it slip between his fingers for the betterment, bet,
So enter devil in the level palm,
Take it to the mellow arm, cello in the fellow's calm,
He was always strong, but it made him the best,
He didn't need to thieve again, when he had it in check,
They always asked him...if he would come back one day,
He didn't know where he was at now,
He'd like to keep it the exact way...

(Chorus x2)
He was fable; story of the glory at the table,
Letters all swayed with the angle,
Raised from the cradle, raised to the state of a label,
He would live on through the halo

Once upon a time there were three great thieves,
Living in a city where the city ate dreams,
One took life in the middle of the night,
Made a riddle of the light, outta mind and out of sight,
And so he made it the rep,
He took a job and made it law, putting devils to death,
But they were not on the left, he made 'em so in the prep,
It just alleviated feelings he had kept in the net,
And so it stepped, he had to do it for more,
It was the whole and the soul, from the breath to the store,
He was asking for more, so the lords did of course,
Give him one last mission, he knew that he would finish it.

"So you made it past all of my guards."

"Yes."

"You understand that you'll never survive this."

"Yes."

Once upon a time there were three great thieves,
Living in a city where the city ate dreams,
One found means to stop the opposition,
He topped the law, and listened to popular derision,
He mocked the Gods of Friction, he made his own way.
He blazed a path with a match of his own make,
The people chaffed when he made it a fact, 
He cut the count of all his legions in the region to half,
But that would not derail him,
Would not for sale him,
He knew that he could leave it but he would not, for sailing,
He was the proper Captain of ship, 
But at the ends of all the earth he took the dagger at tip..

(Chorus x2)
They were fable; story of the glory at the table,
Letters all swayed with the angle,
Raised from the cradle, raised to the state of a label,
They would live on through the halo

Fables (SECRET LEVEL)

For the MHH Cypher #36

Lyrics:

Let me levitate these angles that I mangle,
From my epicenter I pen and pad like a halo,
Been a'bad at the lay low, ever since I was six, 
Thousand, three, plus I bust tricks,
Off, so don't give me the raw dog,
I'm multidimensional, rather multi-ascensional,
Fencing fringe, so binge on the defeat,
These creeps will weep, for feats of which they re-speak,
I deep teach my knowledge base, but it comes at a price that you might not like...

Minds like a silo, I roll into dome-piece,
Rocket that socket and toll of that known peak,
Goal of that owned 'we', and move into 'I',
For legion is my name, for legion is my name...

A Message From Our Benevolent Overlord (CYPHER)

An entry for Reddit's 23rd 2015 Cypher series. The subject was 'Secret Agents'. I took a slightly different route.

Lyrics: 
Weaponized sharks and semper-fi bars/
And leper-ized hearts get jumbled in a blender, when/
Sentimental ender men send a mental letter, [end]/
Regardless, retarded art is harder to part with, [send]/
All these picky penguins to pitch a pin in an Owen's heart/
Like a game of pinata, water spilling like Noah's Ark/
So they start/
With pens and pencils and pills/
That do exactly what they shouldn't with the sensibles killed/
I tried a couple up and comers/
Wonder, I got the gunners/
Hunters; I know their numbers, and what they do on their Summers/
I'm undercover for utter annihilation of station/
So let me out of this face, n align the haven for cravens/
I came in patiently painting, but what about soviet playthings/
And facings, and lacings, we frame for these hate rings/
I say things for this lot, pour this hot, or cold/
After we're gone, I'll be Big Boss on soul...

Villainous Descent (CYPHER)

An entry for Reddit's 11th volume in the 2016 Cypher series. The subject was "Nostalgia".

I got kinda personal with this entry. More direct. Idk.

Lyrics:
Consoles stacked high like defenses made/
For the many wars wages by the 'rents in days/
Where my glasses gave gold but the senses fade/
Shit to black on black, with the stats to flat/
I was seven/
Playin' NES, on the denim/
TV gets me rest, it was heaven/
Everything around me was hell at the time and place/
But in the borders of the game, it was kept in/
'Cept in where the games came out/
And I blew for days/
Pain came down/
And I knew her ways/
Sane came, drowned/
And I flew to pray/
That anything would work/
And so I shot my lungs up, won luck/
Got back to my realm in which I won love, one slug/
At a fucking time, and yeah, I tongue struck love, what/
I did not foresee was how I'd have take the goggles off/
And view the scenes for what they were in unsung; undone/

Gold To Black (CYPHER)

An entry for Reddit's 27th volume in the Cypher series. The subject was "Freedom".

Lyrics:
A camera on every corner/
The mana on levy, hoarders/
Bananas on steady, warmers/
Atlanta, on ready, mourners/
Are plotting, to grip the skin n/
N envision the windy again/
GPS see we vex, we reject and go Indian kin/
No land, and no plan, and no Sam in Uncle's spot/
Never needed the lineage just to get my points across/
Thoughts inside a vacuum, the sphere of mind, is anointed, not/
Holy but the other, the gutter sum is appointment talk/
What is the ointment, doc/
Is it a Facebook page, a stay shook wage/
Some pills to get the joints to lock/
I think your couch is a little overloaded/
Or over-coated with plastic, the apparatus is drastic/
The strata status is tragic, the land a magic is static/
The man of banner, the plan of planner, is banished in black, it's/
Supposed to be USA, but it's getting a D grade/
For damnation, damned facing state of the replay/

Free State (CYPHER)

(INTRO)

The night draws around us/
To profound us/
In the day, in the gray/
We go round, just/
Dust to sit, and rust to kick/
I must admit, I love the split/
It's like a switch, this/
Filth is the color of the city/
Filth is the color of my soul/
If you can separate the pretty/
Then you can take a stroll/

(FIRST VERSE)

Idealists will tell you that it never sleeps day or night/
Pessimists will tell you that it always eats ray of light/
And I'm not speaking on the city/
I'm speaking on the kid/
He's on the bid/
He's on the vid/
The common Riddler, in the window with littler ambitions, the damned listen/
So plant prison/ and jam mission with fam, isn't/
All of this for happiness/ All of this for tapping next/
All of this for all or vex/ I fall or dress the acting hex/
Yes. My. Love. Ethereal, feather feel, weather we'll be steely/
We're looking for the storm of the century, feel the/
Apocalypse/ on the mix/ honor it/ kneeling/ we're dealing/
Hands to the devil/ and plans to the rebels/ Go stand for the yellow/
And we'll grant you a hello/
So get a sight to stark/
Without a right to the height, we will light the dark/
So c'mon/

(CHORUS)

We light the dark (Whispered) (X4)

We light the dark (X4)


(SECOND VERSE)

We're called abominations/ 
we're called a fall in wait/
In any event, many o' nests are sent appalling, statements/
All the agents call the matrix, all the vagrants draw the brazen/
Call it what you want, but fuck calling it sacred/
We duck all of the hatred/
And up all of the lazy dreams; call it what is it, it's a nightmare/
A sight where the night wear can fight fair and light heir/
Can blight, snare, and right tear, we might bare a slight air/
Of being pissed on/
And being pissed off/
From fleeing this con/
To seeing this stopped/
We have bled, we have fed/
The half dead, to the Sun God/
Just to see a hawk inside a remnant of one maw/
Revenant of one jaw/
Sent among the huns, saw/
Every living being in existence in the hung, drawn/
And quartered, over all the nickels and dimes/
We get the sickles and scythes/
So we can fix it tonight/
So come on/

(CHORUS)

We light the dark

We light the dark (X4)

(THIRD VERSE)

Graves rattle round like they’re hi hats/
Sadists decayed in the maze get a climb back/
Sun's been arraigned like some Genesis tricks/
And the benefits fit like a phantom/
Lit we're the anthem/
Clip to the grip we're the handgun/
Tip to the chip git the ransom/
No further fandom/
We don't claim entertainment's the target/
Hype from the flames in the market/
Bite til the pain is the farthest alarm, it's ‘The
Art Of The War’ in the dark of the core, I'm a sharp little thorn,
In the crown of a God/
Fighting him back in the black like I'm Zod/
No further plot to the thought that I'm flawed/
Cuz the rot in my jaw is the lock that I'm not/
We will drop the facade, we will flaunt what we lost/
We will toss till we stop, in the claws of Anon/
Horns to the skulls like a plague of Amon/
Blight in the Night like a curse we're upon/
If these heavens and hells, send a feather to quell,
Then we'll tether the wells, and abide like we're Spawn/
Graphic and novel, the manic a model, we ratchet the hallow/
And cast it Apollo, a flag ship to follow, a tragic attachment,
Of passion and absence, the void to pervade/
Lynch to the head, not a chance to erase/
We’ll make the case close/
With wraiths, n fates robed/
A stake in ache, froze in time/
Grown to fight/
We go broke inside/
 To low hope defy/
A Roanoke reply to grotesque arrest/
A low tone inside to protest the rest/
We roam roads, imbibe, the souls, less repressed/
We’re legion with lesions, a season of heathens/
Lunar eclipses, like dreaming of Eden/
Every broke bulb is a feeling of credence/
Eyes to the shut, we arise from the guts, when the tides are amok,
Then we’re leaving with meaning and more/

Like Night & Day

Light the Dark (Feat. Charlie Har) (Prod. by bansheebeat)

'Deck The Cards' is the 16th song on E.M.P.'s debut mixtape, 'Like Night & Day', which dropped late last year. The track is a throwback to early-Wu-Tang era hip-hop, and conceptually shows the emcee and three features taking on the roles of all four suites of cards (clubs, diamonds, hearts, spades) and intrinsically tying them into the track's anarchic themes.

Deck The Cards (Feat. Charlie Har, Mayo Staccato & JG)

This is the official page for South Bend, IN rapper E.M.P.

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