The Last Emperor - Freestyle lyrics

I believe that when they told me that the first shall be last MC's need to be tested and I doubt they pa** 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**h 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 d**h 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***a 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 Japanese sword and you only a shank f** 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 snatch 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**y, 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** 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**ing 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 hell To snatch 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**er