The Emperor

The pleasures and pains of making profit
You gain but still erase the base that made you hot
When you start at ground zero and build your way to a rocket
Then you take off, don’t recognize who you rock with
See, I’m destined for fame and that’s got this kid from the Dot just stressing
‘cause fuck gossip
Fuck celebrity, even if it’s what I’m meant to be
I am my own entity and you cannot stop it (woo)
Emperor’s new groove
Drip Jimmy Choo shoes
New tunes feel like my peacoat, I’m in the pocket
The Emperor
The-The
The Emperor
The Emperor
(The-The)
Remember the name
These words I gave to the game
One last verse from the king
No pump fake, it’s really my last dance
If any rapper wants to diss me this will be your last chance
It feels good leaving with so much in the tank
The peak of my powers, every mc I devoured
Before Joell screamed «yowa»
I was just trying to be Hova
I bang the beat like a pot
I crank the heat on the stove up
The flow just oozes from the tongue, I’m the coldest
The gold rush, and it’s got me feeling so young
Young Pablito, pretty boy Pablo
Don’t let your bitch around me
Don’t say I ain’t warn you
Emperor of the Dot-o
Hopped on the Gardiner so I gotta watch for potholes
Stick to the script, even with it I see plot holes
New pic show your cool kicks, but I got those
Expose your whole façade
Hydration to your mirage
I fly above ‘em ‘cause the spaceship solar charged
I make hits with no regard for human life
I only recite poetry using Kobe’s mic
So tight, these bars hit you right in the face
But you won’t feel the impact ‘til overnight
You know you got hit, but not the extent of it
Thank me later, with that being said, don’t mention it