The Last Emperor - 6 Trill lyrics

[Verse 1] Night falls in the aegis of real I perfected mic wrecking at the radio fills Upon examination it was later revealed I was dedicated to k** like an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D Competition is next to nil Those left chose d**h or respect my sk** This is all the way live, not a test, a drill Funky fresh in the flesh, it's real Twisted steel and s** appeal I got the wheel Armed and dangerous and dressed to k** Now can a man make it pop when a trunk beat drop I reply, “Oh yes I will”—I'm just that ill Unh, six trillion dollar man You can't sit still, you just gotta dance And after that you'll be calling me the master Better, bigger, stronger, and much faster Six trill, call me the six trill And when I'm rocking the house it's a big deal Yeah, you know you gotta dance Yeah, I got a lot of fans It's the six-trillion-dollar man [Sample] [Verse 2] The six-trillion-dollar man's back on the scene It's super supreme lean mean k**ing machine I pack a laser blaster that'll get rid of your team Too much action to fit on your screen Devastator, word creator of rhymes when I kick ‘em A terminator built by Cyberdine systems Powerful perpetrators die when I hit ‘em With every aim I'm claiming five to nine victims And I'm sure I could take out nine more Before they figure out exactly what they died for This is no ordinary plan, this is my war I am no ordinary man, I'm a cyborg And I'mma ride for the science team set Any, all challenges will be met All violent violators will meet d**h In the not-so-distant future where steel meets flesh I am the six trill, call me the six trill And when I cruise around the way I push a Big Wheel Yeah, I got a lot a fans, s**a rappers you ain't gotta chance Against the six-trillion-dollar man [Verse 3] Half-man, half-machine, my raps deploy Dominate, decimate, and at last destroy Without compa**ion I'm blastin', a**a**in joy Rappers get dealt with and melted like plastic toys I'm so rugged, a certified threat to the public Personalized d**h and destruction MCs get fried and electrified trying to touch it Without a six-trillion-dollar budget Bussa does it, seems probable but highly illogical Both sight and sound, my audio and optical Strength beyond belief, I achieve the impossible I'm more bionic than Bionicle And these are my chronicles, to clean up the wicked and filthy And serve justice on those that are guilty Twenty-four scientists were forced to rebuild me To take revenge on an industry that thought it had k**ed me