Emperor Anthony

by Ain't No Mountain High Enough

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Every man here is king.
Every woman? She's a queen.
But I'm the EMPEROR, because I hear that is a much better thing.
I've got spice.
Glass pipes.
(I) Don't freak out naked in the middle of the night.
I've seen it happen (and if truth be told), the popo catches up and your dick gets cold.

From Market where Sixth street starts - down to Folsom dwells my heart.
Abe Norton. He was weak.
You need a man who shoots and smokes these streets.
You can't ban me from your SRO,
Royalty always goes where we want to go.
Bow down! Recognize me!
Your main man, Emperor Anthony.

If it so happens a victim must be found, I've made a little list:
-Of all the punk-ass desk clerks.
-All the managers who go home at six.
-All the tweakers who've claimed to have found Jesus.
-All the parents who promised never to leave or mistreat us.
-All the dealers who don't give free samples.
All these and many more I'll make an example of!

From Market where Sixth street starts - down to Folsom dwells my heart.
Abe Norton. He was weak.
You need a man who shoots and smokes these streets.
Here's to your business and your "urban renewal,"
I bless them with my loose stool.
Bow down! Recognize me!
Your main man, Emperor Anthony.

All hail.

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released August 5, 2013

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