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the last emperor - the dozen lyrics

[intro: the last emperor]
just when i thought i couldn’t win. ha. here we go once again. ha. i’ll diss you plus a friend. ha. bring it in

[verse 1: the last emperor]
acknowledge my story but don’t invade my territory
besides being an emcee, i’ve got nothing going for me
although my life might seem to have zero interference
small children still run from my hideous appearance
my clothes are torn and trashy
cops try to blast me
elderly women still clutch their handbags when they p-ss me
but i find that entertainin’
i’m sayin’, i’m not complainin’
but casually conversin’
rhymin’ without cursin’
i sound fast on wax but slow and r-t-rded in person
now admit it
cause i know you did it
unlock the mystery, please don’t keep it hidden
whether you were bein’ serious or just kiddin’
made fun of that neighborhood kid that never fit in
don’t you remember?
seein me bein’ laughed, kicked and punched at
watchin guys, bein’ ostracized like the hunchback
that was me, no sword, no shotty
just an mc with a really big head and small body
lyrical side-show freak
my brain’s got a slow leak
attack small mammals like a siberian snow beast
by the way, let me inform you if you didn’t know already
the iroquois call me sasquatch
in tibet, they call me yeti
lest we forget that, ignorance is bliss, see
some call it pleasure but i feel better when you diss me

[hook]
from giants to elves, suitcases to shelves
and third world children who can’t even feed themselves
being conceited is bad for your health
so every once in a while i try to diss myself

[verse two]
a few years shy of thirty but i don’t act like an adult
smoke my brain cells away
follow hip hop like a cult
and oh, people often wonder why jamal’s so thin
like a scarecrow on crack with my jaw sucked in
so slim and malnourished
not the lion without courage
cursed in one of the worst civilizations that now flourished
if you’re quiet now and then, you might hear me in the distance
but i keep my face hidden for the underground resistance
some say that i’m brilliant
others call me a nitwit
i like to think of myself as a quiet, societal misfit
with a biscuit
that releases hot lead like liquid
and with it, i’m known to bust shots at all these punk cops
and safely tuck it away in my bionic man lunchbox
illiterate rhyme writer
villainous crime fighter
tangle these fly mcs like anansi the spider
try to step into my light?
no, you’d probably rather die right?
most of these third world countries ain’t as poor as my eyesight
my only friend is my mic
zone, like the twilight
drive right, past me
lets see, that would be the best thing
my life reflect the ill effects of genetic testing
lest we forget that, ignorance is bliss, see
some call it pleasure but i feel better when you diss me

[hook]

[verse three]
i bring, death and decay to all those that try to shun me
pick me apart and overrun me for being black but c-mly
once they used to diss me
but now they run
i’d like to set up a reunion but i doubt they’d come
picture that, where’s the disses at?
now say “one”
i got a psychiatrist named dr. andre young
who’s helpin’ me live out my dreams and rebuild my self esteem
when we step on the scene
watch one thousand women scream
who’s the bravest?
whether cali or manhattan pavements
i make mcs find a brand new religion like ben chavis
my favorite is rippin’ it
tables have turned, now i’m dissin kids
temporary but infinite
even in my simplicity i’m intricate
isn’t a rose a rose by any other name?
watch mcs get the pose if they don’t play the game
blaze the eternal flame
spark from one single thought
can’t be compromised, nor bought
nor cross-examined in court
i slam the mic like a gavel and declare it a mistrial
wage war like the sons of isaac and ishmael
switch styles in the fashion that only the kid could
my debut album is ent-tled the legend of bigfoot
word to my size 12’s
when i walk the international vibe’s felt
give me the heavyweight prize belt for bein’ flat broke
and i still smoke till my eyes melt
be careful, broham
or you’ll come face to face with the abominable flowman

[hook]

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