Black Emperor

Jet Lag this, nigga get 'yo raps up; he jus' rap a lap round fifths, urban myth with the hieroglyphs

Put his dukes up; he taggin' any terror posse, sweaty boys can't stop 'em; open failure, he's that blueprint folk can't wait to copy

Weapon X, seen my ex-flaws; pop this addy in my jaws, I let the beamer simmer through

Sizzle like some bacon nigga, that's the world is comin' to; and before Nazi-yahoo bomb you, I'mma drag you through

The hell chronicles; rippin' through the screens, he's spittin' threes and smashin' articles

Rappers sell for AI, like ain't that bitch some barnacles? Hotspottin' Flex, he'd airdrop a verse, a hook, or two

Drag 'em by his teeth, lookin' cross-eyed; the false apartheid, he'd really lie when I'm jus droppin' peace

Truth to these leaders, see this 40 to the head, he'd Ring your Star with that Revolver boy; lightning bolt, he etch it cross the dome wit' progress boy

No point in checks 'n' balances, so when he kill Trump; I'm sure we'd be screamin' "Kamen Hazard for President!!"