Текст песни: Secret Wars II + перевод

What if I had the power to gather all of my favorite MCs

With the illest comic book characters and make them arch enemies?

Inconcievable? Unbelievable? Yet as wild as it seems

The Emperor and Stan Lee would coach the two opposing teams

What if I took my love for hip-hop and comics and made it equal

And gave the people Secret Wars Part Two the long awaited sequel

An animated hip-hop grudge match, I’ll make it lethal

How would my favorite rappers perform in the face of evil?

I’d take the RZA from Wu-Tang, yes the Rzarector

Versus Captain America, our nation’s oldest protector

Of homeland security, the top defender, top Avenger

He gets dropped and injured when raw hip-hop commences

Now it gets critical when Bobby Digital crosses Captain America

Perhaps the Red Skull would have to jump in it too

But the RZA was too nimble, the Red Skull licked off shots to hit him

RZA then launches the Wu symbol into the New York skyline

Timed the Red Skull, get blown apart by the Ghostface Killah alias Tony Starks

AKA Iron Man, Ghost Deini the scientist

The top contender what other Wu members could I enlist?

Who’s next to die in this?

I would take Masta Killa and Golden Arms versus Power Man and Iron Fist

Imagine Blade the black hunter of vampires

Goin after DMX the dog from the Ruff Ryders (RRRRR…)

I mean there’s no tellin how they might react, I’ve seen how X can bite the

track

Would Blade be afraid or fight and then leave with his life intact?

Yo Blade, I think you got me wrong, I ain’t that type of cat

And if you’re tryin' to step to the dog I’ll have to bite you back

I saw DMX break him apart, take him apart

He played with the art, I saw X drive a stake through his heart

Another mission accomplished, X came, saw and he conquered

Buried Blade’s body in a shallow graveyard in Yonkers

Imagine after seein X puttin in work

Watch in the ring, you’ll see the illest pitbull in a skirt

Reppin' the double R, the first lady from Philly, Eve y’all

Versus David Banner’s amazon cousin called the She-Hulk

Jump in the ring and starts swingin I see punches, they’re movin in and out

Two femme fatales engaged in a cage match, two woman bout

A lot of female rap is played but not Eve

They done got Eve knockin chickens out like Leila Ali

Then I see the She-Hulk hits the canvas, Stan Lee now gets embarrassed

So his plan is to summon Sub-Mariner from Atlantis

Far due to include ATL in this war

It’s foolishness, I just get Ludacris to settle the score

In any bout or brawl you’re about to fall

I spit alcohol, a drowned person named Moore

Actually he’s no match for me I put him to sleep

You need to see and then came Thor

Ludacris and the mighty Thor, the battle I chose

Had Thor swingin' his hammer while Cris was throwin' 'em bones

He sent Thor back to Valhalla, made Sub-Mariner sea-sick

Scores a victory for hip-hop plus the DTP clique, uh

My battle-rappin is war, my raps is hardcore

Imagine the Roc-A-Fella camp versus the Fantastic Four

As I get deep with it, Marvel Comics street lyrics

As we proceed with it, Jay-Z versus Reed Richards

Imagine Mr Fantastic and Hova goin' at it, Jigga spits like an automatic

Click click click, it’s over damn it

Any static from Human Torch, y’all know the procedure

Send a message to Young Memphis, he’ll go and defeat him

Am easy, believe me Johnny callin' my name out, come with it

I spit it real cool and I’m puttin' your flame out, uh

Remember Memphis, Secret Wars is a critical world

Where rappers disappear like a meal in the invincible girl

But let’s not forget Benjamin J. Grimm

Now what kind of rapper could Roc-A-Fella get to slay him?

I mean, who would step inside the ring

Who would have the right to swing

Enough muscle and might to bring? Beanie Sigel fights the Thing!

Imagine Beanie and Ben Grimm goin spit for spit

Beanie Sigel and The Thing going brick for brick

Now what I saw was the board get gully

He messed around and got knucked out by the Broad Street bully

But yo we got a slight problem as the Hobgoblin glides in

I see him droppin' bombs on the crowd

So I’ll just have to get Freeway with the buckshot

He shot him, firing, knockin him down

Ow, Reppin the city of Philly back to the ring when I’m distracted by Joey Crack

Fat Joe knocks out the Kingpin

The Kingpin thought that he could extort Don Cartagena

But not in this terrordome, this is Terror Squad’s arena

And there’s a lot of room for these rappers that I produced

Keith Murray came home in a hurry to box Dr Doom

My miscellaneous instantaneous battle techniques will leave him scarred

Courtesy of the Death Squad and LOD

Let’s see the crowd’s reaction from action, turn up the lights

No doubt it’s hype from all these rappers in my house tonight

But live via satellite look who’s about to fight:

From the Brick City it’s the Outsidaz versus Alpha Flight

The Jersey regulators, Young Zee versus Vindicator

Rah Digga took out Snowbird with words that she served and then she slayed her

And later Asis and Slangtongue with their pattern of rhymin'

Kick back to back freestyles that took out Puck and the Shaman

The Outs tore it down like they’re doin' on tour

Pace1 punched out the Sasquatch and yelled «I declare war»

Now it seems World War 3 is in progress

Of course the Punisher would target the leader from Onyx

Yeah, Sticky Fingaz, I kill rappers while holdin' my gat

That means I slam the Punisher and put a hole in his back

You know how I act, what up, try and look, let’s see

He’s finished, I’m in it to win it for the USG

As you can see there’s no casualties on my team

Me versus Stan Lee is more like «man vs machine»

I’ve seen Xzibit from the West flyin' in

Versus Colossus, X-Man with the iron skin

Xzibit suckerpunched the rushin' knocked the thing

There’s no choice in my arena, it’s either die or win, but then

This is all that happens if heroes target rappers

Then wouldn’t Matt Murdoch be going after Marshal Mathers

Would Eminem then use the Daredevil for target practice

Slim Shady maybe Ben Affleck catch record then cause disaster

Somebody find a gurdy, I’m’a stretch then blind the turdy

Bury him alive and burn him, tell D12 he tried to earn me

Now this certainly serves as a hideous mixed win

I call D12 to fight the Insidious Six and

This fight music produces bumps and bruises as the

Scorpion and Rhino fight Kuniva and Proof

Swifty McVeigh slayed Mysterio on his illusions

Kon Artis gave the Chameleon some minor contusions

Then I heard this loud sound at first I thought was a bomb

No you idiot! It’s just Bizarre versus the Blob

They went and took the belt from a battle I felt they insured

Back to the 8 Mile where it’s wild and held it down for Detroit

Now as the time went out, Stan Lee is checkin' the clock

There’s room for one last battle, let’s see if y’all feel me or not

My ultimate tag-team would be like Biggie and Pac

Stan Lee would get the Black Panther to team up with Juggernaut

Biggie snatched off his helmet, threw it to a fan in the audience

Turned to the crowd (uh) and said: So all be sure give that man a warning

Cuz I’m’a fought’em this is real my performance

I’m the, weed smoke helps my endurance

Yeah Big, still reppin blocks in BK

I say one of the best who was ever destined to rock

Rhyme sayer and slayer of Xavier’s brother Juggernaut

But now let’s not forget the Black Panther and Pac

Holla if ya hear me, superheroes is tryin' to kill me

The son of a panther to slam ya, ride with me

It’s Stan Lee, I’m sure you remember me, even in death my words leave a legacy

Two hip-hop titans and giants at war when they died

In the afterlife standin' together, fightin' side by side

From Marvel to DC to Dark Horse to Image

Bear witness the power of hip-hop, there are no limits

To all worthy opponents, heroes, challengers, contenders

These are the Last Emperor’s Secret Wars, I’m finished