The Last Emperor - Mind Over Matter lyrics

[Verse 1: The Last Emperor] The microphone I won't abandon It's become my constant companion I use it like a sword just like the musketeer d'Artagnan Or Jonny Quest when i flex like Race Bannon And I'm offered to the highway to heaven like Michael Landon But listen here, i drink beer but even when I'm sober I hunt rappers like Sean Connery did Red October I test flows, i learn black queens I don't stress hoes Never see me on TV stood in R&B rocking dress clothes Does The Last Emperor have the best flows? Cobra Commander couldn't make me answer I'm hard headed like Destro Wild animal, non flammable, you can't burn me Don't concern me Prosecute you like the district attorney And that goes without cross examination I'm the man you're facing I use hip hop to slam the nation I'll emerge as one of life's greats When I'm on stage, I'm so enraged sometimes the mic breaks I'm known to crush these fake emcees like they were rice cakes For bringing shame to the game of rap like Tonya Harding did to ice skates I don't play the role because I'm no actor And like a protractor, rappers circle me but they're no factor I possess mad chapters you can't adapt ta' The emperor, uses that mind over matter [Verse 2: The Last Emperor] Allow me to state facts First of all my lyrics date back to the time of Afros, discos and 8-tracks It's been so long I can't record the date But if Clinton is president now I've been rhyming since the Watergate...scandal Supreme microphone vandal I strip the microphone from emcees with no handle Your lyrical Kung-Fu's no good, damn you (DAMNN) Soldier more slammed you like Chief Wahoo Mcdaniels I invade stages like foreign nations I'm keeping other rappers out like America did to Haitians My mind holds rhymes like hotels hold reservations I'm a divine creation, can't touch reincarnation Placin' rappers in a steel cage Bringing forth my real age 23 years of the real rage I just amped it, watch my lyrics run rampant Slash like Wolverine and pull your card like Gambit There's not a track my lyrics can't fit Touch my mic and get your hands split Rest In Peace to my man Rick I drop prophecies like the book of revelations Conquer seven nations and rise above emcees through levitation Supreme rappin' keeps my foes yappin' My ideas are so def that I should write my rhymes in close caption What's the reason behind the ill rhymes I manufacture? It's all mind over matter [Verse 3: The Last Emperor] Hip Hop is like a virus, full of vampires and pirates But The Last Emperor is a black god like Osiris So, know thy friends from thy enemies Know the true lyricists from pretend emcees I go from knowledge to warnin' about 10 degrees And treat rappers like Boyz II Men and make em' bow down on Bended Knees I may be past it, but never sweet nor attractive Your body's free to move but your mental's held captive I deliver speeches, telekinesis when i rhyme I move crowds and solid objects with my mind I get you open like a stockbroker's briefcase Whether you're loungin' at a club or at your peeps place Like star trek the next generation, the rude hip hop sensation Don't need a nine to send your mind into deep space While other emcees come up short like Napoleon My rhymes are like Genghis Khan; the ruthless Mongolian In combat, I be's the illest I ransack and pillage Huntin' down every rapper in your village Recognize from the Atlantic to the Pacific It's The Last Emperor who drops the ill, scientific lyrics Can't you hear it overfly tracks on rhymes that are even fatter? It's all mind over matter