| Song | Underground Emperor |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| 作曲 : Booker, Briggs, Quinn | |
| Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised | |
| As i lure you into the world of true lies | |
| You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry | |
| Performed by a shaolin monk straight out the monastery | |
| Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium | |
| Blowin you up like explosives on a truck | |
| The outcome is similar to hiroshima | |
| As i bounce off the scene like a jet-black beamer | |
| Nuthin like the rush i receive from killin mcs | |
| Enemies better freeze before i squeeze | |
| It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath | |
| Electrifyin, watchin mcs careers dyin | |
| Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper | |
| No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper | |
| Ready to run up in your area | |
| With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker | |
| Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more | |
| Next up is the down low recka | |
| [down low recka] | |
| In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin | |
| Like that gun i'm stunnin, makin niggas run and | |
| The shocker, i cause electrical sparks | |
| Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night | |
| The bark is equivalent to the bite | |
| So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief | |
| Bloodthirsty, observe as i rehearse thee murder plan | |
| White man can't kill like my pen | |
| I'll be damned if i let these niggas approach me | |
| On the east side where my coast be, look closely | |
| Before i snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness | |
| No doubt i'm sick with the slickness | |
| The realness, ten years of dues i can't lose | |
| Paid up, dyin in this bed that i made up | |
| So be out before i spit out the venom | |
| And be my victim so i can live forever in the rhythm | |
| [pop the brown hornet] | |
| Bow down to the underground emperor | |
| Once you enter the circle you find me in the center | |
| Of definite laced with pure entertainment | |
| Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine | |
| Movin like the theif in the night when i strike | |
| It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite | |
| No remorse if a life is lost | |
| If you're playin the game that's the price it cost | |
| It could be deadly fuckin with a shaolin machette | |
| Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty | |
| You're up against a terror | |
| I think it's best you better get your act together | |
| Your style's phony like pleather | |
| Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds | |
| My blows penetrate deeper than shaolin swords | |
| Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act | |
| Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback | |
| [down low recka] | |
| Once you die, your grave i'ma put you in it | |
| Now take a number and i'll be with you in a minute | |
| Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, i'm here | |
| Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere | |
| I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue | |
| I'm throwin fullstyle rep, i plan to hit you like a homing missile | |
| Don't run for cover, don't waste my time | |
| Push your luck when you know i caught ya and you stuck in the torture |
| zuò qǔ : Booker, Briggs, Quinn | |
| Hip hopnotized, don' t look surprised | |
| As i lure you into the world of true lies | |
| You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry | |
| Performed by a shaolin monk straight out the monastery | |
| Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium | |
| Blowin you up like explosives on a truck | |
| The outcome is similar to hiroshima | |
| As i bounce off the scene like a jetblack beamer | |
| Nuthin like the rush i receive from killin mcs | |
| Enemies better freeze before i squeeze | |
| It' s life or death wrapped up in a single breath | |
| Electrifyin, watchin mcs careers dyin | |
| Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper | |
| No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper | |
| Ready to run up in your area | |
| With a silencer wshwsh die muthafucker | |
| Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can' t take no more | |
| Next up is the down low recka | |
| down low recka | |
| In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin | |
| Like that gun i' m stunnin, makin niggas run and | |
| The shocker, i cause electrical sparks | |
| Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night | |
| The bark is equivalent to the bite | |
| So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief | |
| Bloodthirsty, observe as i rehearse thee murder plan | |
| White man can' t kill like my pen | |
| I' ll be damned if i let these niggas approach me | |
| On the east side where my coast be, look closely | |
| Before i snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness | |
| No doubt i' m sick with the slickness | |
| The realness, ten years of dues i can' t lose | |
| Paid up, dyin in this bed that i made up | |
| So be out before i spit out the venom | |
| And be my victim so i can live forever in the rhythm | |
| pop the brown hornet | |
| Bow down to the underground emperor | |
| Once you enter the circle you find me in the center | |
| Of definite laced with pure entertainment | |
| Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine | |
| Movin like the theif in the night when i strike | |
| It' s like equivalent to a killer shark' s bite | |
| No remorse if a life is lost | |
| If you' re playin the game that' s the price it cost | |
| It could be deadly fuckin with a shaolin machette | |
| Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty | |
| You' re up against a terror | |
| I think it' s best you better get your act together | |
| Your style' s phony like pleather | |
| Full trait to ditect hard rock frauds | |
| My blows penetrate deeper than shaolin swords | |
| Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act | |
| Hittin harder than a rape victim' s flashback | |
| down low recka | |
| Once you die, your grave i' ma put you in it | |
| Now take a number and i' ll be with you in a minute | |
| Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, i' m here | |
| Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere | |
| I' m out to get you for not knowin the issue | |
| I' m throwin fullstyle rep, i plan to hit you like a homing missile | |
| Don' t run for cover, don' t waste my time | |
| Push your luck when you know i caught ya and you stuck in the torture |