The Last Emperor - Heavyweight Invincible lyrics

[Verse 1] If I could be invincible, I'd greet competition with rage Do work and go berserk when I'm rip'n the stage Ignite'n and write'n rhymes in so a ridiculous age Lets 'face off' like Travolta verses Nicolas Cage Ah shucks, y'all finally got me to talk'n tough Ready to bust these s**ers that constantly bother us Oh yes, just when all you thought was hopeless One man fights back on behalf of the oppressed And I'm so fresh- many say like Timothy McVeigh I blow sects Don't believe me now, you'll go test and get your flow stretched Take'n all threats and bets- double or noth'n I can match that And bast raps- turn your Land Cruiser into a hatchback But that's just the start of it, a small part of it My rhymes are known to crack bones- rip through your cartilage You don't want no part to this When I start charge'n and barge'n in the hard way I bring the bu*ter, the (parquet ?) and the margarine Two minutes past disaster, argue'n with the master What I spit is combined with the same climate of Alaska After I drop Anchorage, my language is filled with anguish Breaking kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovich Spin a web of deception and the best can't untangle it Bang'n like only the Mandu, like only I can do I'd like to live but my homies don't live in Landview After years of jam'n, they're cram'n to understand you We're go'n to war 'coz poor people need a champ too Chorus [Verse 2] Invincible, we're genetically engineered When I see emcees battle and expect me to interfere Listen here- this rap game is child's play like hopscotch Traveling at the slow speed of a fox-trot, on my block We accelerate and celebrate when a cop's shot For not give'n us the chance to (lamp like flave?) with a stopwatch And block shots with just seconds on the shot clock Send away for my album deal with three cereal box tops I rock spots and never forfeit a battle on some (extortion?) Brothas couldn't get the picture if they ran out and bought it Its a small eight by ten, but I turn it into a portrait Make it rough enough to force Timberland to endorse it k** it with no remorses, the original, the liver-race Interfaced with the internet and even flip rhymes in cyberspace Nightmare on emcee part 5, cut like sharp knives You've got enough rhymes to fill books- I'm fill'n libraries and archives Though art wise like (Celaste?) for try'n to gas me I gets nasty on the mic and battle for fame like Bug's and Daffy While you live trice- I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed Flip raps you couldn't catch if you had your engine set a warp speed To hell with the money and the fame Watch me take you out your game Its the young Jedi that Yoda forgot to train If I park it- its not turn'n, once I spark it- I leave it burn'n Emcees better start learn'n- I diss more brothas than Mark Fuhrman