[Verse 1] 

I stare into the face of death 

and the fear that's so obvious 

wordplay is the way that I conquer it 

shivalry's not dead if the living honor it 

i send a message to men on all continents 

and this is my imperial decree 

to who so ever steals material from me 

the emcee who comes with new abilities 

and the same man in king david luther's philistines 

cuz when it comes to emcees they leave you 

no choice but to destroy the embodiment of evil 

deadly force against the source of upheavel, that seems to 

oppress and bring death to my people 

the way to defy this death 

is to keep kicking rhymes until there's no rhymes left 

the emperor takes the form of the giant dredd 

with the body of a man, and a lion's head 

and this dence urban jungle of great disorder 

cd players, turntables and tape recorders 

become the tools that I use to erase the borders 

between me and the secret and ancient order 

that I swore to protect and uphold 

if you're looking for the bloodiest battle, you've struck gold 

from young to old, ripe and then rotten 

i came to drop bombs like osama bin laden 

using poisonious chemicles to shower fools 

ravenous animals devour fools 

i build a giant robot to overpower crews 

using pens and pencils like power tools 

a fifty-foot metal man, named lyricore 

will stand up to the bully and hit him in the jaw 

cuz when I step in the door 

it takes a minute for the emperor, senator, madator, minitor 

kicking bitterness to show it ain't sweet 

whether it's a dark cave, or the middle of the street 

cuz the only thing happening the next time we meet 

is the thrill of my victory and agony of your defeat [echoes]