Lyrics:
you will get burned out, then turned out
I'm gonna keep comin strong, song after song
Ya thought I'd fade, well ya did wrong
I'm the imperial threat for
Naija women, got the melanin dripping
L-O-N-D-O-N, city girl living
In the back, looking like fire, chili pepper
Yoruba girl tougher than imperial
imperial
Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior
Some niggas know me as "Oh No"
But in reverse in ya in the middle, I'm "on ya
vision
All I gotta say is the word and imperials get him
Word to my pops, I know niggas known for serial killin'
But back to the women, they tryna catch
next
I was with Reggie, never even heard of Ghetts
What you know about them real south London vets?
Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth
the orthodontist
Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished
The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object
I created a movement not just
around
Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides
And I am coming home to you
With my own
And you you will be loved again
After the sausages and cream of the barley
There was a frame or two to be had at the "imperial" on mitchell street
Five
up that scenario if yall
Don't really hear me though
Excellent imperial
I do 'em something terrible
Shit that make your lady
Think of doing something
hold that)
I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March
All my material sharp, that's how I tear 'em apart
I'm magic like Houdini, my gambit
hoes
We move in silence, y'all ain't hearing us coming
I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage
Ya'll assembly line of rhymers really
No more struggling for all
(Jah)
His Imperial Majesty
Has been so gracious and so kind
To alleviate the misery
And free the shackles from our
of syphilis
Shit's Imperial
She wants gourmet breakfast
Bitch, go make cereal
All day flexing, chick named Muriel
Wants Balmain dresses, loves silk
Imperial
I should have my face on front of a box of cereal
Freestyle crunchies for when you get the munchies
This is for the children, this if for the child
cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me,
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that
die kann er nicht mehr sehen
Und in dunkler Wolkenferne scheint fahl der Säufermond
Ein Mann lag in seinem Zimmer im Hotel Imperial
Mit den Nerven
Been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
There's an entertainment disease
Worse than cancer a venereal type
I spit imperial-type game like
Digga from
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade
A burial
a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly,
am the plug I am the thug
I am the royal blood the people love cos I fuck it up
This is my house
Living that imperial lifestyle
Surrounded by
dynasty Allianz, full of firearms, carriers
Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius
His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances
Sharper than
existential
Nigga Eastside Watts nothin' residential, nigga
You see them pyramids on Imperial
I'm a project baby raised off chicken noodle soup
Saltine crackers
the
Word and imperials get him word to my pops
I know niggas known for serial killin'
But back to the women
They tryna catch me slippin'
So I gotta pack
jooked by the Grand Imperial
Hop on stage, you got stuck in a battle stance
Your brain's a pebble, fool, say hi to the avalanche
Droppin' a rock on your
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