(feat. The Last Emperor) 



[Intro/Chorus: cuts by DJ Jay-Ski] 

"You wanna know why, I'll tell ya why 

Cause they can't stand the site of the jungle, I 

You wanna know why, I'll tell ya why..why..why 

They get petrified" 



[Chief Kamache] 

Yo, the westerm hemisphere, soften your mind, relax, so it sinks 

I'm deep as thinks by Buddah priests and Chinks with mystical links 

The science of the street sphinx, nine ether 

In the kinks ? lines the chorus is my people kind 

In cathedrals with cerebral shine 

Soldier from Midieval Times 

Spirit shackle me in the soul of a Mac-ah-bee 

In a lotus pose, practically destroyin your scientific faculty 

Observe the wisest, from the constellation Cyrus 

Aligned with the triangle ancients rocks and surprises 

It's in me, enough to give your ears plenty 

Fatten the jam and, nutrition slammin for the Clark Famine 

Dig in the cut, like bacteria not examinin the ultraviolet 

scannin 724 gram and shame your doctoral 

When I floor it like ocean coral 

Remembrance in a mural when you up against the oral 

Latter-Day poet, the king if I say so 

It's on the throne a home druid, act like you don't know it 

Expectin me and the soul of my rep will be 

To rap talepathy or ecstasy for universal mines selectively 



[Chorus x2] 



[Last Emperor] 

On man's quest he searches for deeper meaning and purpose 

Traded and purchased, seemingly worthless 

A life confronting his curses perfecting his verses 

The secret to his success lies in ancestor worship 

My room becomes a tomb, I extract the remains 

Of a deceased warrior born on the African Plains 

I am the myst after the rain, before modern to makeshift 

With the great gift, the ability to shapeshift 

The tranquilty calms me 

But the drum pierces the soul like the spear of the Ashanti 

Release the lyrics, the animal spirit that haunts me 

The eighth-leg of the sacred black spider Ananzi 

For neighboring armies the war cry that alarms me 

If I should die in battle its the fluid that embalms me 

I was destined to question the tribal war again 

To find the answers in my ancestral origin 

The Last Emper-or is in the house with Chief Kamache 

Even as the village sleeps the beast is watching 

In acts that might swing, in acts that might bring 

Assassination attempts to the absent mic king 

You kiddin me? My wizadry's fast as lightning 

Cause I respect my forefathers that started this mic thing 



[Chorus] 



[Chief Kamache] 

Its prescribed for you to get this, like eucalyptus of the tribal mystic 

I'm known as the final distance, travel districts of desolate minds and 

misfits 

With a tricklet of the source that I be thick wit 

Colonize the stylistics on the twelve-inch diskets 

And cap a hydrant on the heat of this desert tyrant 

Ride a camel with dress-shirt panel and much cooler flanel, the abismal 

Dealin with the earth rotatin fiscal 

Seek refuge in the temples of the mountains Moses went to 

My nurtured staff, stop the idolatry of the blaph' 

And promoting tense study, your memorizing my math 

Son its motionless but look how close it get 

Revitilizing showmanship, ? the light now focus it 



[Last Emperor] 

Yeah, yeah, from the bear to the eagle, the ruin to the regal 

What we say to the DJ record to the needle 

Mind blowin decisions the head-on colision is equal 

To that of capitalism and all indiginous peoples 

When God comes back to us, where will the holy go? 

Many profess, but guess what, they don't know me, though 

They get played, like DiCaprio played Romeo 

The most amazing kid to be created since Pinochio 

The day that the rest of the world sells, The Emperor fell 

I flee to another planet, like the son of ?Jorell? 

Sometimes is pure hell, just being a rhyme sayer 

I learn to cope with it, through the power of prayer 

There's no telling the compelling things that I can prayer for 

I pray the U.S. doesn't provoke China to wage war 

On American soil who can save us? 

I pray the biq quake don't hit Cali cause I kinda like the Lakers 

I pray that when man finally destroys nature 

The machines will rise up and otherthrow their creators 

For the Motherland I pray for harmony most 

From the Etiopian Hills to the Barbary Coast 

I pray to maintain the power to understand people 

Run through the jungle like the Phantom and slam evil