[Intro]
Ha, Ha
[Verse 1: The Last Emperor]
I sat back and watched you
Suck the blood of hip-hop like Nosferatu
Clocked you and all the so called players you gave props to
Stopped you in the middle of your filthy sentence
Now the unseen empire strikes back with a vengeance
The descendant returns throwing rhymes at your dome
The last emperor the Indiana Jones of microphones
My music helps you keep on when life starts to stress you
I bet you at certain times in life music protects you
With the power to get down for your crown when clowns try to test you
The power overthrow wicked governments who oppress you
I suggest you get with this throw your lighters in the air
Because we about to set it off like Tiananmen square
Now what does it take to be the last emperor?
Spokesmen for the broken the impoverished the poor
My empire of bums is too numerous to mention
On top of that were flat broke and can't afford to pay attention
The god infinite intricate minds I probe
From Croatia to ground heights
My sounds strikes the globe
Take all my worldly possessions like gob
I still rock the mic when I'm flat broke
Plus a bummy wardrobe
I be the fly don from Taiwan to Siagon
I spit venom like pythons
Turn minutes into microns
Hijack the galactica lyrical silon
The more gray alias hunchback of notre dame
These Donna Karen emcess don't stand a chance (what?)
While you fell in love with clothes I showed the microphone romance (ok)
While you take that alize and cristal back to France
I'm on a world tour with 3 shirts and 1 pair of pants
As a sovereign citizen of hip-hop I hereby declare
This day forth as the beginning of the end for all you players
To be replaced with knowledge
I travel throughout the planet and demolish evil rulers deliver the poor from their bondage
My imperial invasions sweeps across the nation
Turn any rap riot into a non-violent demonstration
Our prayers have been answered
The emperor has conquered
[Chorus]
I keep on
When everything in life starts to stress you
When wicked governments try to oppress you
If you can keep it on like that
Then this is the year the empire strikes back
[Verse 2: The Last Emperor]
Let me run down my checklist
My forefathers granted me their acceptance
To eat emcees like [?]