Last Emperor Bums Lyrics

Bums Lyrics

Verse 1:
It's like one for the microphone two for the camera
Three for
deadbeats vagabonds panhandlers
Street scramblers alleyway
managers
Substance abusers born losers mic damagers
Everybody screamin'
representin' keep it real
But I'm still a worthless bum tryin' to get a
record deal
Peep my lingo and every wise word the man speaks
I've been
living on the streets and haven't showered for weeks
But time moves forward,
there's no looking back
I'm homeless in pursuit of a record contract
I
wish my whole crew was paid in full like Rakim's
But instead we're
malnourished with skeleton-like limbs
Instead of a land cruiser with BBS
rims
I got a busted pair of boots, and they're not even Tims
See most
mc's claim their pockets stay knotted
Puttin' money in the bank, but point
blank, I ain't got it
I used to pump chums, for money in lump sums
But
now I snatch crumbs with a thousand young bums
I'm the everfresh, what I
still possess remains measureless
My brain contains jewels and gems like a
treasure chest
Raw deal, no lie, that's the real
And I can't remember the
last time I had a hot meal
Society labels me a bum, and that's right
My
crew keeps it tight, bums of the world let's unite

Chorus:
This one's
for all the neighborhood bums
To all my brothers in the gutters, in the
slums
In every city, no matter where you're from
To all my boys, make
noise if your bum
(Repeat)

Verse 2:
Allow me to explain the
mission, the pain infliction
I entertain so listen, my style rocks like
Jane's Addiction
Mc's don't impress me, they know not to test me
We'll be
at each other's throats like Mr. Belvedere and Wesley
Especially, when wack
rappers open up their mouse traps
They know not to tangle with these bums
from the outback
You see you can't miss what you've never had
The life of
a bum really isn't half bad
We're never alone, cause bums travel in
packs
We combine fine lyrics with underground tracks
We rock the best
shows, placin' mc's on stress mode
You can tell a fellow bum from his
raggedy dress code
We rock raggedy kicks, and wear raggedy pants
We rock
raggedy mics, and sing raggedy jams
like,

(Group of bums)
The bums
have the right to lay the down the law
The bum train is leavin' from track
number four

The bummy engineer is the Last Emperor
Hard rock like The
Thing from the Fantastic Four
While most mc's rhyme about guns and
shootin'
I drop science on their domes just like Sir Isaac Newton
Big up
to Q in Brownsville, that never runs
Lift up your fist and shout, long live
the bums

Chorus

Verse 3:
Crack your brew, light your spliff,
it doesn't make a dif
Creamy light peanut butter, choosy mothers choose
Jif
Overlord of the poor, man not a myth
It's the Last Emperor that you
don't want to flex with
I'll place mental lacerations and allesions
On
mc's and domestic and foreign legions
I might be flambeau, but read a book
of allesions
The emperor switches up styles every season
In the spring, I
do my thing, relaxin' and that's it
In the summer, just like a pirate, I
attack ships
But winter maybe, my favorite, one of all, but Jamal
Is a
Legend of the Fall, just like Brad Pitt
I'm known to lyrically black shots
on behalf of have nots
Lock it down with the sound, equipped with chains and
padlocks
No gadgets, no gimmicks, no tricks up my sleeve
And I won't play
the Superman role like Christopher Reeve
See you can learn a lot from a
dummy
Keep it real, better yet in '98, let's keep it bummy
Bein' broke is
no prob, you don't have to rob
But if you're frustrated cause you can't find
a job
Have no fear the emperor is here to help ya
Respect to all my bums,
I'll catch you back at the shelter