[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 classified 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 ass 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, rebuttal 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 bullshit to lift out the culprit
Who's gassing the masses like he's standing at the pulpit
The bullshit out my ass break emergency glass
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 ass is grass when Asheru shit
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