The Last Emperor

   Heavyweight Invincible

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[Verse 1]If I could be invincible, I`d greet competition with rage Do work and go berserk when I`m rip`n the stage Ignite`n and write`n rhymes in so a ridiculous age Lets `face off` like Travolta verses Nicolas Cage Ah shucks, y`all finally got me to talk`n tough Ready to bust these suckers that constantly bother us Oh yes, just when all you thought was hopeless One man fights back on behalf of the oppressed And I`m so fresh- many say like Timothy McVeigh I blow sects Don`t believe me now, you`ll go test and get your flow stretched Take`n all threats and bets- double or noth`n I can match that And bast raps- turn your Land Cruiser into a hatchback But that`s just the start of it, a small part of it My rhymes are known to crack bones- rip through your cartilage You don`t want no part to this When I start charge`n and barge`n in the hard way I bring the butter, the (parquet ?) and the margarine Two minutes past disaster, argue`n with the master What I spit is combined with the same climate of Alaska After I drop Anchorage, my language is filled with anguish Breaking kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovich Spin a web of deception and the best can`t untangle it Bang`n like only the Mandu, like only I can do I`d like to live but my homies don`t live in Landview After years of jam`n, they`re cram`n to understand you We`re go`n to war `coz poor people need a champ too Chorus [Verse 2]Invincible, we`re genetically engineered When I see emcees battle and expect me to interfere Listen here- this rap game is child`s play like hopscotch Traveling at the slow speed of a fox-trot, on my block We accelerate and celebrate when a cop`s shot For not give`n us the chance to (lamp like flave?) with a stopwatch And block shots with just seconds on the shot clock Send away for my album deal with three cereal box tops I rock spots and never forfeit a battle on some (extortion?) Brothas couldn`t get the picture if they ran out and bought it Its a small eight by ten, but I turn it into a portrait Make it rough enough to force Timberland to endorse it Kill it with no remorses, the original, the liver-race Interfaced with the internet and even flip rhymes in cyberspace Nightmare on emcee part 5, cut like sharp knives You`ve got enough rhymes to fill books- I`m fill`n libraries and archives Though art wise like (Celaste?) for try`n to gas me I gets nasty on the mic and battle for fame like Bug`s and Daffy While you live trice- I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed Flip raps you couldn`t catch if you had your engine set a warp speed To hell with the money and the fame Watch me take you out your game Its the young Jedi that Yoda forgot to train If I park it- its not turn`n, once I spark it- I leave it burn`n Emcees better start learn`n- I diss more brothas than Mark Fuhrman

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