Caravan - The Last Emperor

I wish every boy and girl would go out and explore their world

Every woman every man, join my caravan

Eh yo pause for the cause and cancel your travel plans

Join the black magic man on his desert caravan

Where the cool ocean water meets the hot desert sands

And if the sun don’t burn burn you might return with a tan

I’ll be you tour guide, make sure you enjoy your ride

Build the campfire and make sure it burns all night

You want is smooth or tougher than raw ride

While you celebrate I’ll swash buckl and sword fight

From gun fights to fist bouts, I crack domes and twist scalps

From Mauritania to the Swiss Alps

But let that case for Salaam means peace

In the land of our destination which is the East

Now I need 'ya, to follow the procedure

Don’t catch an attitude about the food 'cause I’ll feed ya

Go with the flow if you don’t know where it leads 'ya

But you won’t need a, passport or a Visa

Or permission slip on this expedition trip

Whatever your profession, city, town, or section

Question, the cost?

Then I’ll have to laugh

'cause this caravan is paid for by (???)

Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)

We spend nights by candle light and thank Allah to be given

Stars fill the air, in the sky there’s a (ribbon?)

My caravan is joined by the most exotic women

From places like Morocco

Tunisia and Yemen

And countless other countries that I shall not name

And if I don’t leave a trace without a doubt I came

Douse my flame, no way I’m not about those games

Or your inefficient claims of trying to house my name

My rep stretches mad far;

never crash like a NASCA;

On a small island off the coast of Madagascar

I met a woman, she was the daughter of a Sultan

Who prayed every night for the right caravan to close in

I approached but tried show no emotions like a Vulcan

(Last Emp did you feel it at all?)

She had me hope’in

I was hoping to impress by releasing the vocab

I wished this miss would join this wondering nomad

Never in my life did I want anything so bad

It’s the plight of a man and ladies know that

And now when I step to a sister it’s quite firmly I stand

If her love is to be bought I say firmly I can’t

Now as the daughter of a Sultan truly you understand

The great treasures that await you on my caravan

(Bridge?) I said, «If I had a caravan, here is what I’d do,(da da da)

I’d leave my caravan until, my caravan was joined by you.»

(La da da da da da da)

(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)

You can go, over and under, rob, steal and plunder

But I love my caravan, and let no man put us under

Put my hand on the sand, the desert becomes the tundra

Now go ahead and front if you want’a

I may not be well chiselled like a Greek statue

But I bet you’ll still feel it when I lean at you

It’s only natural, so go for it, pay attention or ignore it

There’s a great big world out there lets explore it

Or come and listen, to the man as he kicks it

Smooth yet so wicked, don’t fight the feeling go with it

Get out and do something different

If it 'ain't broke don’t try to fix it, mend it, blend it, or remix it

Some dis it but imagine that, I mean

Life is a trip and my bags are packed

So roll with the navigators', lyrical creators: but hurry

The caravan awaits us

Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)

(La la la la la la la)

(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)

[EDIT:This is only a/my best, albeit, imperfect attempt

Punctuation is absolutely not correct;

Neither is my categorising verses and the rest

But an attempt was made;

please do correct my mistakes

So that we can give Jamal Gray his due.

Or better yet, Mr Gray

Could you enlighten us?]