6 Trill - Marco Polo, Last Emperor

Night falls in the aegis of real

I perfected, mic wrecking the radio fills

Upon examination it was later revealed

I was dedicated to kill like an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D

Competition is next to nil

Those left chose death or respect my skill

This is all the way live, not a test, a drill

Funky fresh in the flesh, it’s real

Twisted steel and sex appeal

I got the wheel

Armed and dangerous and dressed to kill

Now can a man make it pop when a trunk beat drop

I reply, «Oh yes I will"—I'm just that ill

Unh, six trillion dollar man

You can’t sit still, you just gotta dance

And after that you’ll be calling me the master

Better, bigger, stronger, and much faster

Six trill, call me the six trill

And when I rocking the house it’s a big deal

Yeah, you know you gotta dance

Yeah, I got a lot of fans

It’s the six-trillion-dollar man

The six-trillion-dollar man’s back on the scene

It’s super supreme lean mean killing machine

I pack a laser blaster that’ll get rid of your team

Too much action to fit on your screen

Devastator, word creator of rhymes when I kick ‘em

A terminator, filled by Cyberdine systems

Powerful perpetrators die when I hit ‘em

With every aim I’m claiming five to nine victims

And I’m sure I could take out nine more

Before they figure out exactly what they died for

This is no ordinary plan, this is my war

I am no ordinary man, I’m a cyborg

And I’mma ride for the science team set

Any, all challenges will be met

All violent violators will meet death

In the not-so-distant future where steel meets flesh

I am the six trill, call me the six trill

And when I cruise around the way I push a Big Wheel

Yeah, I got a lot a fans, sucka rappers you ain’t gotta chance

I guess the six-trillion-dollar man

Half-man, half-machine, my raps deploy

Dominate, decimate, and, at last, destroy

Without compassion I’m blastin', assassin joy

Rappers get dealt with and melted like plastic toys

I’m so rugged, a certified threat to the public

Personalized death and destruction

MCs get fried and electrified trying to touch it

Without a six-trillion-dollar budget

Bussa does it, seems probable but highly illogical

Both sight and sound, my audio and optical

Strength beyond belief, I achieve the impossible

I’m more bionic than Bionicle

And these are my chronicles, too clean up the wicked and filth

And serve justice on those that are guilty

Twenty-four scientists were forced to rebuild me

To take revenge on an industry that thought it had killed me