Verse 1:
Do you know the difference between fact and fiction
I bear witness that the power of hip hop is endless
As it commences, MC my wordplay condenses
Observe this black magic which enhances my six senses
I build rhymes like Babylonians built monuments and towers
Rhyme for hours, hip hop enlightens me with supernatural powers
See most deserve Academy Awards for being actors
Yet there's no defеnse against the black magic that I practice
If thе track fits, I rotate rhymes on an axis
Perhaps it's the reason why so much time elapses
I send you so many different venues and facets
The Emperor rocks the mic until the whole stage collapses
I bring the freshness to lyricists with no shelf life
The midget elf types who couldn't come near me with undercover stealth mics
Yes it's the universal law, so respect this
I believe in black magic and my lifestyle reflects this
Now check this, it's the return of mic brawler
I do not enter the stage, I teleport like I was nightcrawler
Bam! Sometimes I get amped, they can't control it
So I call Professor X (yo, yo, yo, wait a minute, hold it)
Hey you young black magician, there’s no need to be embarrassed
And I know what you’re doing baby like Dionne Farris (90 minutes from New York to Paris)
What a beautiful world this would be with a little black magic
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Verse 2:
Hey Mister Emperor what type of styles you dealing?
Yeah baby I deal with black magic (yeah, yeah, not the feeling)
All love to black magic, take two poles and pass it
And then wait to exhale like Angela Bassett
Sounds fantastic when I blasted
I got rhymes embedded in my deoxyribonucleic acid
I sound like superman, yeah you’re dead right
But I am stronger than superman cause I can even see through lead pipes
I see through wack MCs with wack flows at wack shows
So I attack fools with a style that rocks like the black rose
While you were yapping about what kind of gun you’re packing
My flow steals the show like the Muppets took Manhattan
The mental gun bearer, number one terror
Like Thundercat, like Lionel, my mic is sort of Thundera
Yeah that's it, I have had all that I can take
If 85% of all MCs are really fake
And they disrespect my culture next to the money that they make
The Emperor will hunt them down and they’ll get burned at the stake
So yo, flow like a fluid, watch me get into it
I am a sight which tells and flip smells like Doctor Druid
Civilizations and nations I conquer
All beware, the age of black magic is upon ya
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Verse 3:
Now if you in the club [?] out the mingle
My magic spells will make the fly ladies jingle
Yes black magic is what I bring you
When wack MCs come around my spidey-sense starts to tinkle
Embrace it, clink to my black magic single
All yard-man yanquis, boricuas, and bilinguals
Let my magic penetrate you, sedate you
Awake you, reincarnate you, mentally incarcerate you
Get life and dive into the black magic ocean
And get opened off the sample of my magic potion
Who has the power of prayer and remains holy
And still attracts kids like TV shows on Nickelodeon
I get up into constipated MCs like Imodium
Did you know the black man of Asia is the Cambodian?
My magic chemicals shine like emeralds
Decorated like four-star generals
Treat MCs like X-men, hunt ‘em down like sentinels
Last Emperor, lyrical maharaja
Rappers couldn't beat my style if I put it right beside ya
I’d advice ya, reevaluate your actions
MCs bite my rhymes like double mint for pure chewing satisfaction
But I’m glad it happened, I get eternal bliss and supreme joy
We chase ‘em like speed racing who dives deep like Marine Boy
For years we wanted to feel the magic, stop the wishing
It's the Last Emperor a.k.a. the Black Magician
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Outro:
Yeah, the black magic, things get tragic, there you have it, for ‘96
Do you know the difference between fact and fiction
I bear witness that the power of hip hop is endless
As it commences, MC my wordplay condenses
Observe this black magic which enhances my six senses
I build rhymes like Babylonians built monuments and towers
Rhyme for hours, hip hop enlightens me with supernatural powers
See most deserve Academy Awards for being actors
Yet there's no defеnse against the black magic that I practice
If thе track fits, I rotate rhymes on an axis
Perhaps it's the reason why so much time elapses
I send you so many different venues and facets
The Emperor rocks the mic until the whole stage collapses
I bring the freshness to lyricists with no shelf life
The midget elf types who couldn't come near me with undercover stealth mics
Yes it's the universal law, so respect this
I believe in black magic and my lifestyle reflects this
Now check this, it's the return of mic brawler
I do not enter the stage, I teleport like I was nightcrawler
Bam! Sometimes I get amped, they can't control it
So I call Professor X (yo, yo, yo, wait a minute, hold it)
Hey you young black magician, there’s no need to be embarrassed
And I know what you’re doing baby like Dionne Farris (90 minutes from New York to Paris)
What a beautiful world this would be with a little black magic
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Verse 2:
Hey Mister Emperor what type of styles you dealing?
Yeah baby I deal with black magic (yeah, yeah, not the feeling)
All love to black magic, take two poles and pass it
And then wait to exhale like Angela Bassett
Sounds fantastic when I blasted
I got rhymes embedded in my deoxyribonucleic acid
I sound like superman, yeah you’re dead right
But I am stronger than superman cause I can even see through lead pipes
I see through wack MCs with wack flows at wack shows
So I attack fools with a style that rocks like the black rose
While you were yapping about what kind of gun you’re packing
My flow steals the show like the Muppets took Manhattan
The mental gun bearer, number one terror
Like Thundercat, like Lionel, my mic is sort of Thundera
Yeah that's it, I have had all that I can take
If 85% of all MCs are really fake
And they disrespect my culture next to the money that they make
The Emperor will hunt them down and they’ll get burned at the stake
So yo, flow like a fluid, watch me get into it
I am a sight which tells and flip smells like Doctor Druid
Civilizations and nations I conquer
All beware, the age of black magic is upon ya
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Verse 3:
Now if you in the club [?] out the mingle
My magic spells will make the fly ladies jingle
Yes black magic is what I bring you
When wack MCs come around my spidey-sense starts to tinkle
Embrace it, clink to my black magic single
All yard-man yanquis, boricuas, and bilinguals
Let my magic penetrate you, sedate you
Awake you, reincarnate you, mentally incarcerate you
Get life and dive into the black magic ocean
And get opened off the sample of my magic potion
Who has the power of prayer and remains holy
And still attracts kids like TV shows on Nickelodeon
I get up into constipated MCs like Imodium
Did you know the black man of Asia is the Cambodian?
My magic chemicals shine like emeralds
Decorated like four-star generals
Treat MCs like X-men, hunt ‘em down like sentinels
Last Emperor, lyrical maharaja
Rappers couldn't beat my style if I put it right beside ya
I’d advice ya, reevaluate your actions
MCs bite my rhymes like double mint for pure chewing satisfaction
But I’m glad it happened, I get eternal bliss and supreme joy
We chase ‘em like speed racing who dives deep like Marine Boy
For years we wanted to feel the magic, stop the wishing
It's the Last Emperor a.k.a. the Black Magician
Chorus:
What a beautiful world this would be
If you come and spread this black magic with me
Close your eyes and let your mind flow free
Stare into the blackness, you have it, the magic
Outro:
Yeah, the black magic, things get tragic, there you have it, for ‘96
( The Last Emperor )
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