Being righteous is my career and conflict is just a job risk
 No stoppin this when I build rhymes like an Egytptian obalisk
 Watch me get down in your Provincetown or populace
 Cause my life rhyme is Prime  posess the matrix like Optimus
 Now you'll get framed like a diploma in your spiritual coma
 I'ma black Moor like Othello  but I won't die for Desdemona
 Older  diamond studded mic  walk on a stage of solid marble
 Leave the flyest MC's startled in ? like Captain Marvel
 Are you, aware of the fact that I left mankind devastated?
 And they still look for the blueprints
 of the monuments that I've created
 See the Gods live, don't compare my hard drive to your floppy disk
 Chicago to Gotham City, New York to Metropolis
 From city streets to Athens, Greece from the pyramids to the Acropolis
 My final resting place will be a solid gold sarcophagus
 But what I can't understand is how these foolish humans
 use the mic to their advantage
 And get lost like the City of Atlantis
 Your a long way from Kansas, and this is more than just black chrome
 You gotta be fresh, yes, and never talk in no wack tone
 Cause once I got you in my attack zone
 You could click your heels three times like Dorothy
 and couldn't get back home
 So, drop the mic and save those wack rhymes for later
 Cause my battles leave more Broken Arrows than Christian Slater
 "May the, force be with you"
 It's true nothing in life is coincidental
 The Emperor is monumental

 Chorus:
 "Monumental" For mortal men who pretend they never knew me
 "Monumental" For these MC's, thinkin that they can do me
 "Monumental" For the simple things in life that suit me
 The dead ancestors that speak through me "Monumental"
 *repeat*

 [Verse Two]
 Break a one-niner, its the democratic socialist rhymer
 On stage I keep out invaders like the Great Wall of China
 My style transcends where the divine starts and man ends
 Understand friends, colleagues, comrades, companions
 Los campaneros who wreck stone temples like pharaohs
 Searchin Americans, La Batista, Ralph Bandalero
 The empire builders must construct societies
 Thats the difference between my spirit and the man that deceives
 The imperial to the masses, imperialistic fashions
 Titaniums and plastics, alkalines and acids
 From the cradle to the casket fantastic stories are told
 Stolen maps are sold leading to hidden cities of gold