The Last Emperor - Heavyweight Invincible lyrics

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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

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[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