The Underground - The Last Emperor

To all my brothers who be putting it down

In the underground

For all my soldiers for protecting our crown

In the underground

Where all the wickedest lyricist found

In the underground

Who got the beats and the rhythms that pound?

It’s the underground

Come here me now, feel me now

This is hardcore music, God’s war music

The heart of hip hop, the blood that flows through it

Made for the chosen people that have been deprived

Though they sentence us to death, we still keep it live

Who bring the heat to these streets where we dropping these rhymes?

With a power that’s refined and them cowards can’t find

Who reveals God’s design, cause its finally time

To speak out for those who live below the poverty line

See…

Underground is the defying thing

Well protected from the tyrant king

There is a message that we try and bring

Underground is where we cry and sing

Some, they kill for fun, but we not run

Cause we got guns, in the face of oppression

We fire back and ask without no question

Nooo

Who got that underground sound that you rocking with?

(Who?)

Who keep it real and still appeal to a lot of chicks?

(Who?)

I’m from a block that stays hot like the Gaza Strip

On the corner between hip hop and politics

See all my underground followers rocking with me

Where all my underground rhyme slayers keep it witty

And all my underground beat makers keep it gritty

Cause we provide the soundtrack for the inner city

Where the high price of rent ain’t fair

Little dudes rock the same suits that inmates wear

Bullshit politicians pretend they care

And if the party ain’t jumping then the Emp ain’t there

I run with crooks and read books but utilize both gifts

Born and raised in West Philly but I ain’t Will Smith

And you can catch me on the O, I’m controlling the spliff

Around the way they call me Maul, the Dark Lord of the Sith

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