Party People Rock To This...



And All My Deejays Cut To This...



And All My B Boys Break To This...



And All My Fly Girls Shake To This...




Last Emperor's Back And You Know Upon Hearing Me



Emcees Are Scared So Prepare For Rap Tyranny



There's No Comparin' Me



Most Men?



Fearin' Me



(Broke No It's A Rarity???)



Mics I Hold Dear To Me



Cool And Sincere One



People Wanna Hear From



Words Penetrate Eardrums Like Spearguns



Run Home



Unknown Places I Appear From



It Ain't None Of That Jumpin' Off Over Here Son



I Clocked You



Beat You



Had To Stop You



Greet You



I Write Rhymes In Hebrew, Arabic And Greek Too



I Get So High, The Slightest Drop Is Lethal



Like The South American City Of Macchu Picchu



Ladies Say I Do My Thing With A Passion



Brother Like The Way I Swing Into Action



When I'm Not Coolin' In The Crib, Just Relaxin'



I'm Out In The Streets With The Red Army Faction



I Specialize In Microphone Vandalism



Surround Sound, Or Better Yet Panoramic Vision



People Of Earth Know And Understand The Wisdom From



Monotheism To Third-world Animism



I Get The Best Of Men As The Record Spins



I Stretch My Limbs And Rhyme Till The Session Ends



No Matter If, We Enemies Or The Best Of Friends



Against The Emp You Can Never Expect To Win...




(chorus)




Subjects And Predicates



Proper Mic Etiquette



All Beef, I'm Deadin' It



Hip-Hop Confederate



Face Me, You Better Get



High Priest And Jesuits



Against The Emp Your Attempts Will Seem Effortless



I Make The Girls Wanna Kick Their Heels Up



Klingon Warships Throw Their Shields Up