Animalsitics

As I sit back and reminisce
About the first time I read the Book of Genesis
And I realized that the Creator gave man
Rule and domain over all animals
Everything that swimmeth in the oceans
That flieth in the sky, that creepeth on land
Everything under my command
To withstand, reprimand
And I realized what many other people could never see
I realized that all of those animals were really me
The Wild MC

Who's that legendary man that captures rappers by the twos?
Heart man and part animal like the kind you find in zoos
Imagine being hunted and confronted by rival crews
The Emperor takes the form of any animal I choose
You don't have the skill for this, man destroys, I'm a wilderness
Watch me run through the industry like the wilderness
It's the return of the mic king, I catch a wack rapper hiking
Not to my liking, I stalk my prey before striking
There's no time to be rational or diplomatic
I'd rather have it wild like National Geographic
When MCs set up snares and jungle traps
My humble raps become ferocious like jungle cats
With two fangs, take the advice of Wu-Tang
Protect your neck or you'll get bicycle kicked like Liu Kang
I lie in wait, as you violate all my jungle laws
I become a black panther with paws, razor-sharp claws
My cat form gives me the ability
To pounce with the grace and agility of a tiger
They fire shots but who's killing me?
Three MCs run in different directions and sections
I transform into a cheetah, I bet I can catch you in seconds
Now as a human, my lyrics are the most pleasing
But in the form of a lion, I aim straight for your throat region
There's no reason for you to venture where my caves are
I possess the speed of a puma like Marshall BraveStarr
Word is bond, the Emperor be the Don
Chasing rap crooks out of my Jungle Book like Shere Khan
Your days are numbered, your rap styles are going under
Stunned ya, some rap clown tried to hunt me down like Craig the Hunter
See around my way, this is how we do intruders
Mankind can't rhyme like the true Lion of Judah

Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)

Dip, dip, dive, I socialize with sharp knives
In the dark part of the jungle where Tarzan cannot survive
I've been on the trail of an MC, followed your scent
Secretly invaded your camp and got all up in your tent
Invent rhymes out of the norm and I transform into a cobra
Inject venom into your system, now your rap career is over
Told ya, I am the inventor who transforms like a fence saw
Made from the finest needles on Earth like Serpentor
You rap fakes best to slam on the brakes
As my style lies in wait like a diamondback snake
But wait, one MC saw me slither in, he let his tool click
By a gunshot (Blow!) he caught the mule kick
Straight to the dome, I had to drop the disbeliever
And right before his eyes, I took the form of a zebra
His hunting crew pulled out rifles of all types
So I politely took flight, shook off my black and white stripes
I'm still a horse of course but now a bronco
And when I charge, things will always fall apart like Okonkwo
Come at me with the wrong flow, I swell
Heads like bells from the Gong Show
It's Jamal, that great gorilla from the Congo
But wait, those other two MCs thought they could rhyme great
With lines like these, I swing through the trees like a primate
From a vine I hung, one MC ducked when I swung
He knew my arms were powerful like Mighty Joe Young
Now here's a side note to add onto the session
Go ask Roddy McDowall or maybe Charlton Heston
About the Emperor on wax, CDs and tapes
And they'll say there's no escape from the Planet of the Apes

Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)
Down goes another rapper (Dip, dip, dip, dip)

From the jungles of Guyana to the Alps of Nova Scotia
Who quotes the lyrics that are too ferocious for poachers?
The Last Emp', who lyrically remains tax-exempt
No lie, I get you high like a good Indian batch of hemp
Yep, no rap job is too tough for me to tackle
I am the Egyptian god Anubis, body of a man, head of a jackal
Back to attack you, it's the Black Jew
On stage I go into a rage like the Minotaur
And in my maze is where I trap you
See most MCs front the role like psychotics
I'm high-tech like robotics, deep like undersea aquatics
And I break the sort of mics that no human could ever repair
Let me dive into the ocean and catch rappers down there
Well, what do you know? It seems we have an intruder here
Searching for a buried treasure, flipping rhymes in his scuba gear
(Yo, I know you mad) Man, I'm hot like Atlanta
We about to do battle like Aquaman and Black Manta
I bring forth the ancient spirits from the deep
Too live to describe, it's just some stuff you gotta peep
I become a great black shark and my length is twenty feet
Into Davy Jones' Locker is where I put that ass to sleep
The other diver, he had a flow sort of identical
But now I'm an octopus with eighty-four inch tentacles
As far as skills, he doubted the Emperors
So I wrapped around his neck and then I crushed his vocal cords
The last MC knew the deal, decided to pull his steel
I think it's time for him to feel the shock of a black electric eel
For real, I threw rap notes filled with boats
That brother swam for land like Captain Ahab, I crushed his boat
Then I became the worst animal of all
The Last Emperor of MCs, A.K.A. Hassan Jamal
The all-knowing, all-powerful, time-consuming
That's when I realized the deadliest animal was human