Keep On - The Last Emperor

I sat back and watched you

Suck the blood of hip-hop like Nosferatu

Clocked you and all the so called players you gave props to

Stopped you in the middle of your filthy sentence

Now the unseen empire strikes back with a vengeance

The descendant returns throwing rhymes at your dome

The last emperor the Indiana Jones of microphones

My music helps you keep on when life starts to stress you

I bet you at certain times in life music protects you

With the power to get down for your crown when clowns try to test you

The power overthrow wicked governments who oppress you

I suggest you get with this throw your lighters in the air

Because we about to set it off like Tiananmen square

Now what does it take to be the last emperor?

Spokesmen for the broken the impoverished the poor

My empire of bums is too numerous to mention

On top of that were flat broke and can’t afford to pay attention

The god infinite intricate minds I probe

From Croatia to ground heights

My sounds strikes the globe

Take all my worldly possessions like gob

I still rock the mic when I’m flat broke

Plus a bummy wardrobe

I be the fly don from Taiwan to Siagon

I spit venom like pythons

Turn minutes into microns

Hijack the galactica lyrical silon

The more gray alias hunchback of notre dame

These Donna Karen emcess don’t stand a chance (what?)

While you fell in love with clothes I showed the microphone romance (ok)

While you take that alize and cristal back to France

I’m on a world tour with 3 shirts and 1 pair of pants

As a sovereign citizen of hip-hop I hereby declare

This day forth as the beginning of the end for all you players

To be replaced with knowledge

I travel throughout the planet and demolish evil rulers deliver the poor from

their bondage

My imperial invasions sweeps across the nation

Turn any rap riot into a non-violent demonstration

Our prayers have been answered

The emperor has conquered

I keep on

When everything in life starts to stress you

When wicked governments try to oppress you

If you can keep it on like that

Then this is the year the empire strikes back

Let me run down my checklist

My forefathers granted me their acceptance

To eat emcees like