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letra de son of the sun and the soil (160 bars) - empera draz

we’re in the middle of a civil war, tribalism leaves our spirit poor
that’s why this fighting spirit, we feel it more
an entire nation divided and dissected
emperor dræz had to come and re-unite the fragments
first i came as the talented son of amarava
grandson of ninavhanu-ma, the goddess mother
amarava was music’s mother and i a music lover
so she would rhyme to my beat to try and school a brother
once i accomplished my mission, which was listen and learn
how she scripted and burnt, i had to spit it in turn
she taught me how to make compositions firm
with rhyme pattеrns that connect like mathematical tеrms
that was the beginning of my congolese origin
at some point, i was melchizedek in the middle-eastern region
gave abraham sacred teaching in the sefer zohar
which the basis for the laws of kabbalah
fact is: the whole universe can be absorbed in a star
i’m from star-town – me and them, we’re not that afar
i’m from the primeval waters, energy oceans
composite stellar bubbles set in heavenly motion
my coming materialized as a potent sun
i one with the all seeing eye of the omnipotent one
beef? bring heat, a fully loaded gun
i’ll release hazardous sound-waves, leave you toasted with my tongue
who told moses “come”? who told muhammad the road is one?
till he was coded and programmed and he quoted the quran?
just as well… is-ra-el would be compelled
to tell i was gabriel, the angel that dwell by the marshes near the well
i travel to h-ll, free the souls that’s captive and held
by angels that fell, and held in the trance of the devil’s spell
my word-bound is “real”, hence you feel my words
recite, healing nerves, like sirius defeating the curse
prior to reaching earth, i rest in exotic spheres
rocking angelic symphonies of my melodic peers
higher wisdom, true understanding, knowledge we share
upon return to the source it’s all getting clear
let’s take a journey back in time to canaan, before it was known as palestine
their race was yours, theirs and mine
back then, i was known as conan, the mongolian man
rugged and raw, born into a warrior clan
militant general with a war-band to command
authorized to expand the borders of my colonial land
i defeated nimrod, a king who had to be stricken hard
for thinking he can live in contradiction with the gods
i’ve been to many places over the ages
met with the greys, numerous and various alien races
modes of transportation included teleporting sp-ceships
described as flying fiery chariots by the ancients
statements i make today will be quoted for centuries
dragon in slumber, awakened when someone mentions me
i’m the best mc, since i tap into your mental’s feed
to implant some intellectual seed
epiphanies arising from these melodies
combining with thoughts, and transformed to powerful sound frequencies
check my mystical st–z… my style’s connected to the nile
hence my flow leads to rivers and seas
ride rhythms with ease of sailors in seasons of winds
even have wings for when descending to even the spin
since beginning and since, none can equal with the pen
the excellent mathematical sequence this is in
gold medalist lyricist ever since olympus
hieroglyphics depict me as a priest holding the scriptures
spit with precision of circumcisions at mitzvahs
broadcasting signals till they all get these pictures
transmit the sk!lls from star-town to the globe
527 mkl is my underground zip code
live in stereo, with an archive of material
mcs try and equalize, but cannot rise to my level though
i’ll command you in flow: first make sure your mind’s expandable
since there’s no limits to the size of the mental
second: synchronize it with the mandible
to keep enticing heads, mezmerize and hypnotize them with a parable
but third, try to be careful though – cause when you dropping sound bombs
at a thousand decibels they’ll explode, so…
protect your neck and never protest my reign
every planet on the material plane respects my name
i was a blazing phoenix back when i came
taking a bath in the sun to reconnect with the flame
shining diamonds and i happen to be the same
my spirit is a light that’s physically kept and contained
up until i die self-science i’ll proclaim
cause hey, i’m way too full-figured to take a diet for fame
i shine in the rain like fire-flies in the night
i am a legendary messenger of the wise with a mic
exist in cyphers amidst hyper-kinetic sprites
verbally active, lyrically combative type
that fights with tai-chi steps, you can never strike me back
when i’m jabbing and counteracting my velocity is lightning fast
my presence was carved in stone with the great sphinx
before the sands of the sahara & the gulf caved in
before the greek and then the assyrian domination
back when kemet was black, before it was caucasian
but that’s history, nowadays i’m some kind of mystery
science finds it hard to define my constituency, see…
on top of my material five-dimensional sensory
i as well possess seven more parallel senses metaphysically
this man is lyrically deeper than the ocean’s depths
manipulate the frequency with wizardry of spoken math
i can take you there: just note the path
for the next three centuries heads and mcs will be quoting dræz
the dopest perhaps, my soul is a golden cast
my spirit is made of fire my physic is molded ash
since beginning i hold the pledge
to slowly unfold the scrolls of knowledge for the global mass
my focal lens is that of a panther, animal grammatical mangler
it gets black when i enter
track manager, take advantage damage a stanza
channel the anger, get back balance the center
end the cancer and cleanse your aura
rinse your energy field by soaking in sand and water
relax into a trance and get a sense of order
then ascend unto the higher realms for planting flora
met the daughter of a king one night in a village
disguised as a beggar to conceal my divine lineage
compassion compelling her to provide me dinners
gave her place amongst the stars to shine as a light for sinners
always appear as a winged lion in pictures
a striking image is how i was describe in the scriptures
i flood the banks of the nile in the winters
communicate with my alliance through the silence of whispers
i throw a discuss, leaving a cosmic dust trail
hence all the gods at olympus knew they must hail
to daniel and moses my face was unveiled
but as for the rest of mankind, faith must prevail
shaking the sails of township with winds of change
i used to spit prophecy, but they thought my spit was strange
so i’d retreat to the hills and live in caves
fasting for days, till my thirst and hunger turned to fits of rage
but i tried to keep it contained, all i did was sit and pray:
“father forgive them, men will not repent from wicked ways”
and then a vision was given, in this mystic state
but every time i try to scribble it, the pen just rips the page
a mistake was made that d-mned afternoon
that almost led the rest of humanity to doom
when three archaeologists attempted to exhume
my remains, awaking me as i slept in my tomb
which then blackened the moon in an unexpected eclipse
earthquake shaking the pyramid, cracking the bricks
trapping the scientists in an everlasting abyss
that’s why some discoveries should never exist
in a parallel twist of fate and destiny
copy cat mcs try to replicate my tapestry
but fail to match my dna symmetrically
that’s why, perhaps, i still remain as the best mc
i spread the seeds of hope to representers
all across the globe, from ghettos to urban dwellers
whether you spit over beats or over acapellas
just keep it dope like smoke when you spliffing on “ls”, plus:
keep spitting at the industry cage
till we see freed all the mcs that’s been enslaved
record executives crack the whips, mcs behave
you sell your soul to the beast to get cheese these days
i’m keeping it real by keeping it ill
every sentence i spit is a redefinition of sk!ll
remember that to the world, heaven was concealed
and that’s what emperor dræz attempts to reveal
let my ethereal field envelope your mental scope
like when an angel has spoke, and you happened to be awoke
as you quote passages emperor dræz has wrote
and forever keep the blessings until the next episode…

- empera draz

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