Secret Wars (Prince Paul Mix)

What if I had the power to gather all of my favorite emcees
With the illest comic book characters and they became arch enemies?
Inconceivable? Unbelievable? Yet as wild as it seems
The Emperor and Stan Lee would coach the two opposing teams
Keep it clean no bats no gats guns no interference
Comic book characters would go head up with raw lyrics
Now I take, whoever might be on break from doin' tours
And have them signed up for the Last Emperor's Secret Wars
Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena
That might stretch from west Philadelphia to east Medina
If I'm able, I'd put it on pay-per-view through my label
And give free tickets to my neighborhood bums with no cable
Yeah, that sounds phat, now that we've squared away the propositions
Let's begin with the ultimate toughman competition
"Let the games begin!" Set it off, it's the fight of the century
KRS and Professor X would battle each other mentally
With rhymes, these two team captains waste no time
Charles Xavier tries to invade Kris Parker's mind
He shot a cerebral probe at Kris's mind, but he missed it
Professor X taken out by the Blastmaster's metaphysics
Round two, new fight, word to life, you gotta see this
Locked in mortal combat is Dr. Strange and The Genius
Yo son, he's no match, let that grafted wizard have it
'My Liquid Sword slashes straight through Dr. Strange's Magic'
Another hero down, and now the score is two to zero
By words from the Genius, and he's still my rhymin' hero
Now the next fight was conducted in a rough like manner
Specifically between Reggie Noble and Dr. David Banner
Or should I say the Incredible Hulk when he's amped off the gamma?
But Reggie Noble soon became the Redman and he slammed him
You know how Redman gets when his adrenaline starts pumpin
Started schitzin in the ring, so then the Thing tired jump in
Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges
'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!'
Rhymes by the bunches, bums get dirtier than Middle Eastern dungeons
Ready to set this like Columbo with his hunches
Now while the refs clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense
Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense
'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me
So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy
He couldn't see me with my applejack hat and hightops
Colossus and Cyclops, I got No I.D. and Ynot'
Good lookin Common Sense, yo that last album was tight
Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight
Now the next fight had to be the craziest of all times
We got Dr. Octopus 'versus the mighty Busta Rhymes!'
Doc Occ versus Busta? Man that stuff is dead
He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up against the dreads
'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octopus, who you think you grabbin?
The god will never lose, so you know it will never happen
Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when
I slap you with my dreads, lights out, you'll kiss the canvas'
Before my eyes, I see the demise of another superhero
Next up is Ras Kass versus Magneto
Now anything goes when Magneto battles foes
Ras Kass had him shivering, delivering ultramagnetic blows

Magneto was now deceased, and a wise man said it best
"The sun rises in the east, but they can still set it the west"
Now with all these heroes down, Stan Lee refuses to surrender
He got Storm from the X-Men, like I can't match the gender
Stan Lee shouts 'Excelsior!' Yo, Stan you best to chill
'There's no match for Storm,' I guess he's never heard of Lauryn Hill
Who was fresh home from tour, a bit too tired to spar
So she hit her in the head with Wyclef's guitar
All silence is ceased, out of nowhere comes the Beast
Versus Jeru the Damaja, the Prophet from the east
Release rhymes that will pound you into the ground, there'll be no
Round two
Another victory by the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
The underground sewer system deep below the ring
Is where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Das do their thing
Leonardo and Donatello, they both know that we can do this
'So kiggedty crazy Drayze hit them both with raw sewage'
Now Michelangelo and Raphael, those two other sewer brothers
Brooks smacked 'em with the Das EFX logo, the manhole cover
Whether you're plant or animal, vegetable or miggety-mineral
Before you step to Das you best be hard like a criminal
Late entry into the competition, just when you thought it was over
The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra
Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe was rollin' thick
But I'll get the military of hip-hop, a.k.a. The Boot Camp Click
World War Three for '99 in line of all these troops
I could see general Buckshot- toe to toe with Duke
Salute the captain, for rappin, cause now we know who's hard
Catchin wreck like Steele and Tek going up against the Crimson Guard
Charging after you, smashin' you, metaphorically bashin' through
The entire Joe team is O.G.C. and Ruck the Irrational
Then all of a sudden I hear this real loud crack!
'The military punisher Big Rock just broke Roadblock's back!'
With damage done to his team, refusing to leave the scene
Next up, Weapon X from Canada- Wolverine
You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days
But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze!
Wolverine you can't hang, when Tical does his thang
Paralyze you with the venom from the Method Man's fang!
With power, the final hour, and the stratosphere gets darker
Nasir Jones versus Peter Parker
The halftime headringer versus the webslinger
Illmatic versus radioactive in the rotten apple where the dead linger
He cursed the day that spider ever bit him
And gave him a copy of the second LP, It Was Written
These are my secret wars, not yours, ask The Beyonder
My prelude, like Honda, produce bodies like Rwanda
To all up and coming emcees, I've got a question
If I made a Secret Wars Two, would your name even be mentioned?
Would you make the final cut?
I make even the nicest give their titles up
Writing rhymes, fighting crimes like the Blue Falcon and Dynomutt
Just stick around for the next battle slash adventure
And if you see Stan Lee, tell him that the Emperor sent ya