Secret Wars II

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