[Verse 1:] 
It's like one for the microphone, two for the camera 
Three for deadbeats, vagabonds, panhandlers 
Street scramblers, alleyway managers 
Substance abusers, born losers, mic damagers 
Everybody screamin', representin', keep it real 
But I'm still a worthless bum tryin' to get a record deal 
Peep my lingo, and every wise word the man speaks 
I've been living on the streets, and haven't showered for weeks 
But time moves forward, there's no looking back 
I'm homeless in pursuit of a record contract 
I wish my whole crew was paid in full like Rakim's 
But instead we're malnourished with skeleton-like limbs 
Instead of a land cruiser with BBS rims 
I got a busted pair of boots, and they're not even Tims 
See most mc's claim their pockets stay knotted 
Puttin' money in the bank, but point blank, I ain't got it 
I used to pump chums, for money in lump sums 
But now I snatch crumbs with a thousand young bums 
I'm the everfresh, what I still possess remains measureless 
My brain contains jewels and gems like a treasure chest 
Raw deal, no lie, that's the real 
And I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal 
Society labels me a bum, and that's right 
My crew keeps it tight, bums of the world let's unite 

[Chorus:] 
This one's for all the neighborhood bums 
To all my brothers in the gutters, in the slums 
In every city, no matter where you're from 
To all my boys, make noise if your bum 
[Repeat] 

[Verse 2:] 
Allow me to explain the mission, the pain infliction 
I entertain so listen, my style rocks like Jane's Addiction 
Mc's don't impress me, they know not to test me 
We'll be at each other's throats like Mr. Belvedere and Wesley 
Especially, when wack rappers open up their mouse traps 
They know not to tangle with these bums from the outback 
You see you can't miss what you've never had 
The life of a bum really isn't half bad 
We're never alone, cause bums travel in packs 
We combine fine lyrics with underground tracks 
We rock the best shows, placin' mc's on stress mode 
You can tell a fellow bum from his raggedy dress code 
We rock raggedy kicks, and wear raggedy pants 
We rock raggedy mics, and sing raggedy jams 
like, 

[Group of bums] 
The bums have the right to lay the down the law 
The bum train is leavin' from track number four 

The bummy engineer is the Last Emperor 
Hard rock like The Thing from the Fantastic Four 
While most mc's rhyme about guns and shootin' 
I drop science on their domes just like Sir Isaac Newton 
Big up to Q in Brownsville, that never runs 
Lift up your fist and shout, long live the bums 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 
Crack your brew, light your spliff, it doesn't make a dif 
Creamy light peanut butter, choosy mothers choose Jif 
Overlord of the poor, man not a myth 
It's the Last Emperor that you don't want to flex with 
I'll place mental lacerations and allesions 
On mc's and domestic and foreign legions 
I might be flambeau, but read a book of allesions 
The emperor switches up styles every season 
In the spring, I do my thing, relaxin' and that's it 
In the summer, just like a pirate, I attack ships 
But winter maybe, my favorite, one of all, but Jamal 
Is a Legend of the Fall, just like Brad Pitt 
I'm known to lyrically black shots on behalf of have nots 
Lock it down with the sound, equipped with chains and padlocks 
No gadgets, no gimmicks, no tricks up my sleeve 
And I won't play the Superman role like Christopher Reeve 
See you can learn a lot from a dummy 
Keep it real, better yet in '98, let's keep it bummy 
Bein' broke is no prob, you don't have to rob 
But if you're frustrated cause you can't find a job 
Have no fear the emperor is here to help ya 
Respect to all my bums, I'll catch you back at the shelter