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letra de freestyle - the last emperor

i believe that when they told me that the first shall be last
mc’s need to be tested and i doubt they p-ss
it better be silver bullets that you put in your gat
for the attack of the black werewolf of rap
from the heart of west philly, dawg check the map
young boys get squashed, old heads i clack
any female artist disrespect my rap
that b-tch will get slammed on her neck and back
in the name of allah, the most high, the most gracious
the one god who resides over all nations
the last emperor is back on y’all stations
here to bring hip hop out of its dark ages
uh, and always till i meet my death
in eternal sleep or i complete my steps
from east to west where the one sun truly sets
on a planet where the black man’s beauty rests
in the eyes of the beholder
hold up, listen to the hip hop composer
soldier, the mission
uh, last emperor, you know the position
i’m too raw like jude law on the road to perdition
listen
yo my mission’s to climb the rhyme ranks
n-gga get back or ya get clapped like tom hanks
uh, your whole squad is fraud throwing them blanks
at the god, i come hard like a soviet tank
i’m a j-panese sword and you only a shank
f-ck a hip hop award, i’m taking over the bank
not a blood nor a crip, i don’t roll with a gang
i’m the captain of the ship, start walking the plank
uh, my verses aim to hurt and maim a person’s frame
a burst of flames get murdered/slain
you heard the name and the curse i place
with every word that i say i’ma further my race
i’m the olympic gold medalist that’s setting it off
catch me rapping athens, 2004
yo my rap is brought forth in a thousand ways
see i fought in the war of a thousand days
black apache who ran with a thousand braves
i seen a thousand black mothers at a thousand graves
beat breaks detonate, my raps explode
iced out body armor, call me captain co
mr. freeze to mc’s, dawg i sn-tch your soul
this is thunder no wonder you’re under my rap’s control
come one come all, you’ll all go through it
dripping that crimson fluid, body parts no moving
take me out clown? you ain’t got the heart to do it
you’se a rookie p-ssy, you bake cookies with martha stewart
i only rap with real cats that put they hearts into it
had the chance to be all up on the charts and blew it
i’ve listened to ancient egyptians and talked to druids
my sh-t is complex dawg, let me walk you through it
if domination makes me the emp’ than i’m that
if it means having a harem of women, i’m that
if it means a variety of weapons, i pack
both a sword and gat like samauri jack
i used to be the nicest till they hated on ‘mal
a whole country’s in crisis? let’s give him a call
everything that rises must be willing to fall
if you a real thug dawg how you willing to ball?
to ensure my protection, yo i’m building a wall
i use a glock and tec, not a drill and a saw
all you iced out rappers, i’m k!lling you all
for you refuse to submit to the will of allah
all it takes is enough hustle to get this sale
all it takes is enough muscle to lift this l
great god grant me with strength to be swift as h-ll
to sn-tch hip hop back from these infidels
i’m a true player, a sooth sayer, a mind reader
you’se a fake studio gangsta, a swine eater
so in the streets give the boys respect
or you get the last emperor’s sword to your neck
motherf-cker

- the last emperor

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