Underground Emperor

[Pop The Brown Hornet]

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

Nuthin 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 muthafucker

Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take

no more

Next up is the Down Low Recka

[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 thee 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

[Pop The Brown Hornet]

Bow down to the underground emperor

Once you enter the circle you find me in the center

Of definite laced with pure entertainment

Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine

Movin like the theif 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 machette

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

[Down Low Recka]

Once you die, your grave I'ma 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 fullstyle 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