Asheru - The Last Emperor, Asheru, and J-Live Freestyle (The Time Has Come!) lyrics

[Verse 1: Last Emperor] Mother Earth, we adore you. The best has been put forth for you Reciprocate, always put forth your best Make no mistake: The Emperor's fresh A firm believer in the creature that lives in the Pacific Northwest As you all guessed, this is cla**ified fiction Allow me to provide a more accurate depiction There's a large, hairy man said to dwell in the forest Emitting cries so scary, they terrorize local tourists Some call him Bigfoot, Canadian Backdrop People of that particular region call him Sasquatch Eight feet tall, about six feet wide Shaggy, brown hide, ninety-seven inch stride Thrill-seekers attack it, scientists try to track it Bionic Man, Steve Austin, fought it and got his a** kicked You think it's deep? What? Keep up, you'll catch the flow dragon Primordial lyrics date back to the Cro-Magnon I'll crush mics—with one touch I'm bending em But I'm about to go crash in Harry and The Hendersons [Verse 2: Asheru (of Unspoken Heard)] Ayyo, ayyo, every time I walk up in a hip hop show I get swept to the front like a barbershop flow Moonlight give me insight to write out of sight Deliveries with the ability to bend mics I won't stop. My drop come straighter than pinstripes Invite me to a battle, rebu*tal is skin-tight You wonder how I'll be speaking this, freaking this, wrecking this Havoc on empty emcees with styles automatic I'll sift through the bullsh** to lift out the culprit Who's ga**ing the ma**es like he's standing at the pulpit The bullsh** out my a** break emergency gla** Fast-forward to the last, make his future my past Have a blast while I do it—as a poet you should know it From the time that I went to it, your a** is gra** when Asheru sh** Now who slipped up in the cipher with the blue-black lighter? Seven Heads empire don't stop [Verse 3: J-Live] Consider this lyrical fitness the callisthenic for the best part Bench press without no spot My rhyme escaped from a place that was dark and wet Into a world that ain't ready for its caliber yet Some were tested premature just ‘cause life ain't fair Like when the system know you're innocent but still don't care But unlike criminal justice, win, lose, or draw The greater good gets served when you're spotting a flaw Not likely though. This mic be so grateful By the time I'm done, it be feedback fruit for the non-theatric Phonetic tactics. Grandmaster's like, "I ain't even see that move" You're not supposed to, cuzzo. Just sit back and enjoy Livetown, no Fat Beats are unemployed I'll put tracks to work like the MTA Most terrific al-chemist in the world today We're nothing like King Midas as the story was told W.F. asked so that they receive more gold Yeah, the crowd scream, "Yes, yes, y'all!" In the hip hop context, the ProFlex for all of y'all