Being righteous is my career and conflict is just a job risk  
 No stoppin this when I build rhymes like an Egytptian obalisk  
 Watch me get down in your Provincetown or populace  
 Cause my life rhyme is Prime  posess the matrix like Optimus  
 Now you'll get framed like a diploma in your spiritual coma  
 I'ma black Moor like Othello  but I won't die for Desdemona  
 Older  diamond studded mic  walk on a stage of solid marble  
 Leave the flyest MC's startled in ? like Captain Marvel  
 Are you, aware of the fact that I left mankind devastated?  
 And they still look for the blueprints  
 of the monuments that I've created  
 See the Gods live, don't compare my hard drive to your floppy disk  
 Chicago to Gotham City, New York to Metropolis  
 From city streets to Athens, Greece from the pyramids to the Acropolis  
 My final resting place will be a solid gold sarcophagus  
 But what I can't understand is how these foolish humans  
 use the mic to their advantage  
 And get lost like the City of Atlantis  
 Your a long way from Kansas, and this is more than just black chrome  
 You gotta be fresh, yes, and never talk in no wack tone  
 Cause once I got you in my attack zone  
 You could click your heels three times like Dorothy  
 and couldn't get back home  
 So, drop the mic and save those wack rhymes for later  
 Cause my battles leave more Broken Arrows than Christian Slater  
 "May the, force be with you"  
 It's true nothing in life is coincidental  
 The Emperor is monumental  
  
 Chorus:  
 "Monumental" For mortal men who pretend they never knew me  
 "Monumental" For these MC's, thinkin that they can do me  
 "Monumental" For the simple things in life that suit me  
 The dead ancestors that speak through me "Monumental"  
 *repeat*  
  
 [Verse Two]  
 Break a one-niner, its the democratic socialist rhymer  
 On stage I keep out invaders like the Great Wall of China  
 My style transcends where the divine starts and man ends  
 Understand friends, colleagues, comrades, companions  
 Los campaneros who wreck stone temples like pharaohs  
 Searchin Americans, La Batista, Ralph Bandalero  
 The empire builders must construct societies  
 Thats the difference between my spirit and the man that deceives  
 The imperial to the masses, imperialistic fashions  
 Titaniums and plastics, alkalines and acids  
 From the cradle to the casket fantastic stories are told  
 Stolen maps are sold leading to hidden cities of gold