The Umph Lyrics & Chords By The Last Emperor

(feat. Cocoa Brovaz)

[Verse 1]

[Steele]
Brace yourself for the awesomest pair
When cocoa b's palm deck, put the trees in the air
This time we came to represent the place we from
Bucktown, new york take it, never, and run
Now, take a sec to respect this pedigree
Steps up pioneers in the industry
Generail S-T double E-L-E
And the B, smokey, my pee, you see
Last emp, big print, nino storm
We roll up a dub sack right before we have to perform
Me and the band that I just mentioned
We get it on in these brooknam trenches

[Teck]
We regulate when you tell jake I struck ya (Here We Go!)
Pay a cake, send 'bout eight, though the toucher (Here We Go!)
Funk-layin' popo, you gotta go-go (Here We Go!)
You felt the fo-fo, we skate out on flow-low (Here We Go!)
We move out with two's, thugs and drugs
Low slugs twist up and I spread my love
That's the B.K. way, the only way I know how to be
See me in the scunnel brooklyn on the side of me
Break!

Go!, Go!
[x8]

[Last Emperor]
Let the world bear witness as hip-hop spreads
From America, the U.K. and even tibet
Some fake politicians label it as a threat
With the attack of the last emp, steele and teck
I went from west Philadelphia to Bucktown
Day-O said hit 'em with the rough sound (hit 'em with it)
Bobby Simmons cold beef the drums down
Or go emperor to shut the whole club down (murda!)
Prince Paul brings the cuts and scratches and
Attacking it, man, you know where the action is
Back and forth as the D.J. spins
We attempt to make history once again
Break!

Go Emperor!
[x8]

[Verse 2]

[Teck]
Brooklyn best Isl is our hometown
Shrowm gown that's how we get down
Spit rounds, hit clowns with thick pounds
Stuff grams up mounts for the greyhounds
With that butter shit, off white color shit
Find a town, smother it, on some gutter shit
Like spider webs, i hang in the hood
That's what separates the rapper do's, you can, and i could
Ya'll the type that smoke dirt, easy to be merked
Run around with broke, unloaded guns that don't work
Deserved to be hurt, kidnapped in the store
Gun-butted with the eighty and beat up in the public
Break!

Go Brooklyn!
[x7]

[Last Emperor]
Last Emp found the way with the rhymes I say
To straight mutulate mic's and fight urban decay
I make the crowd sway in a dangerous way
Point blank, this ain't a game, mutha fuckas don't play!
I create fresh rhymes with the lava method
I put it out, a few rappers try to catch it
The type of emcee that they don't invite to sessions
I come real, and they're just composite sketches
We brought the band back for a lob track
It ain't a DAT man, ya'll niggaz can't rewind that
Who got the heat, now ya'll know where to find that
And you can catch me out back with a dime sack

[Steele]
It ain't nothing like Bucktown music
When u smoking on a nine-five cruisin'
Or when you with a dime chic getting booted
In the big truck, system up, boomin'
You like it cuz you choose it
Many commercial emcees miss-use it
But the name of the game is rapture
Now you rap actors meet you rap masters
Break!

Go Emperor!
[x8]