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Underground Emperor

This song is by GP Wu and appears on the album Don't Go Against The Grain (1997).

Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised
As I lure you into the world of true lies
You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry
Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery

Hittin' your cranium like two jugs of helium
Blowin' you up like explosives on a truck
The outcome is similar to Hiroshima
As I bounce off the scene like a jet black Beamer

Nothin' like the rush I receive from killin' MCs
Enemies better freeze before I squeeze
It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath
Electrifyin', watchin' MCs careers dyin'

Gettin' struck with the accuracy of a sniper
No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper
Ready to run up in your area
With a silencer, wsh-wsh, die motherfucker

Yeah, wassup now boy
All you can take
You can't take no more
Next up is the Down Low Recka

In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin'
Like that gun I'm stunnin', makin' niggas run and
The shocker, I cause electrical sparks
Like a flashin' light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night

The bark is equivalent to the bite
So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief
Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse the murder plan
White man can't kill like my pen

I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me
On the East side where my coast be, look closely
Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness
No doubt I'm sick with the slickness

The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose
Paid up, dyin' in this bed that I made up
So be out before I spit out the venom
And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm

Bow down to the Underground Emperor
Once you enter the circle you find me in the center
Of definite [Incomprehensible] laced with pure entertainment
Bangin' your brain like uncut cocaine

Movin' like the thief in the night when I strike
It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite
No remorse if a life is lost
If you're playin' the game that's the price it cost

It could be deadly fuckin' with a Shaolin machete
Walk poundin' heavy plus your palms is all sweaty
You're up against a terror
I think it's best you better get your act together
Your style's phony like pleather

Full trait to di-tect, hard rock frauds
My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords
Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act
Hittin' harder than a rape victim's flashback

Once you die, your grave I'm a put you in it
Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute
Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here
Right in your area, scarin' up your atmosphere

I'm out to get you for not knowin' the issue
I'm throwin' thug style rep
I plan to hit you like a homing missile
Don't run for cover, don't waste my time
Push your luck when you know I caught ya
And you stuck in the torture

Written by:

Arby Quinn; Isaac Booker; Robert Briggs

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