The Umph (Dirty)

The Last Emperor ft. Cocoa Brovaz - “The Umph” [Emcee(s): Steele, Tek, and The Last Emperor] [Producer(s): Daddy-O] [Verse 1: Steele] Brace yourself for the awesomest pair. When Cocoa B's ‘pon deck, put the trees in the air This time, we came to represent the place we’re from Bucktown, New York. Take an arrow and run. Now Take a sec to respect this pedigree Steps up pioneers in the industry Genereal S-T-double-E-L-E And the B smoky, my pee you see Last Emp big pimp, 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 [Verse 2: Tek] We regulate when you tell jake I struck ya (Here We Go!) Pay a cake, send 'bout eight through the toucher (Here We Go!) For playing popo, you got to go-go (Here We Go!) You felt the fo-fo. We skate out on the low-low (Here We Go!) We move out with tools, thugs, and drugs Load 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 this tunnel, Brooklyn on the side of me Break! [Hook: Samples] (x8) “Go! Go!” - Sample from [?] - “[?]” [Verse 3: 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 Tek I went from west Philadelphia to Bucktown Daddy-O said, “Hit 'em with the rough sound” (Hit 'em with it, son) Bobby Simmons cold beat the drums down (Give me the drums) Or go Emperor to shut the whole club down (Murder) Prince Paul brings the cuts and scratches and Attacking it, man, you know where the action is (You know where that is) Back and forth as the DJ spins We attempt to make history once again Break! [Hook: Samples] (x8) “Go Emperor” - Sample from [?] - “[?]” [Verse 4: Tek] Brooklyn, Bed Stuy is our hometown Strongarm, that's how we get down Spit rounds, hit clowns with thick pounds Stuff grams up mouths 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 Separate the rapper dudes. You can and I could Y'all the type that smoke dirt, easy to be murked 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! [Hook: Samples] (x7) “Go Brooklyn” - Sample from [?] - “[?]” [Verse 5: Last Emperor] Last Emp found the way with the rhymes I say To straight mutilate mics and fight urban decay I’ll make the crowd sway in a dangerous way Point blank, this ain't a game—motherfuckers, don't play! I’ll create fresh rhymes with the lava method I’ll put it out. A few rappers try to catch it The type of emcee that they don't invite to sessions I’ll come real, and they're just composite sketches We brought the band back for a live track It ain't a DAT, man—y'all niggas can't rewind that Who got the heat? Now y'all know where to find that And you could catch me out back with a dime sack [Verse 6: Steele] It ain't nothing like Bucktown music When you’re smoking on a nine-five, cruising Or when you with a dime chick getting booted In the big truck, system up, booming You like it ‘cause you choose it Many commercial emcees misuse it But the name of the game is rapture Now you rap actors meet you rap masters Break! [Hook: Samples] (x8) “Go Emperor” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”