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[Intro: Porchy]
Flying up, flying up (Flying up)
Getting higher, all my team flying fuck a rope
On the map with this track (With this track)
Everybody watching closely, now we on the scope (On the scope)
Coins and notes, always winning (Always winning)
Silins Beats, dom p, got me going fishing
Catch the hook, catch the hook, it’s a banger (It's a banger)
Catch the hook, catch the hook, it’s a banger, uh

[Chorus: Porchy]
Imperial
Rockstar vision (Vision)
So Imperial
Chop it, mix It, drop It, hey (Hey)
Imperial
Got queens and bitches (Bitches)
So imperial
Drop it, stretch it, flip it, hey!

[Verse 1: Porchy]
My life is like I'm living in the movie (Movie)
Friday party going on to Thursday (On to Thursday)
So put this on repeat and tell the groupies
We brought a bag of gold
You know, we keeping banging with my peeps (With my peeps)
This money yeah, I keep it on the leash (Sheesh)
Drop the corner, I know you feel the heat (Heat)
We-We make bangers for the streets
We just blow up instrumentals
Keep them haters on their feet
I was told that I’m a giant
Midas touch I'm royalty
I'ma conquer this whole planet
Need more space for me to breath
[Bridge]
I’m just trynna get this shit all over the world
And soon we gonna all blow up all over the globe
All over the world, all over the world, all over the world
All over the world, all over the world

[Chorus: Porchy]
Imperial
Rockstar vision (Vision)
So Imperial
Chop it, mix It, drop It, hey!
Imperial
Got queens and bitches (Bitches)
So imperial
Drop it, stretch it, flip it, hey!

[Verse 2: LSP]
A blue sky and Golden City is what I was promised
Again and again, in order to be close with me
Seems like everyone is similar: Peter I, Louis, Croesus
But in fact — a cockerel, a bastard and a rat, the tail has peeled off (I)
I don't believe anyone, like fucking Thomas
After all, this bunch of crippled beggars can't fucking build an empire
While it is ruled by King Roman and I, Prophetic Oleg (Ya, ya, ya)
Y’all are white and gray like geese
But even in Gucci you won’t save your Rome
Sorry and understand – our style is us
Your style is us
You suck our style like mosquitoes
Stealing our sauce like Carl corals from Clara
We are here to completely break the rules of the game
Like punk guitars
We, like punks, don't die ourselves, but you die, bitch!
All our imperial cavalry, all our imperial troops
Will not put you together
Young female fans are waiting for us, and we will play
[Chorus: LSP]
Empire
And how to survive here?
This is our empire
Twist, light, blow up!
Empire
Our lifestyle is the highest
This is our Empire
Because we managed to

[Interlude: Porchy]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, cut this shit, cut this shit. What the fuck are you talking about, bruv? You fucked up. What were you thinkin'?
Did u think i wasn’t gonna get a translation of the verse or something?
Or did u think i wasn't gonna understand your sneaky shit?
Dissing me and my friends on my own track?
After everything we did for u?
C'mon, bruv, u should be smarter than that
You will regret it, tho
I got a sign for you, listen to this:

[Verse 3: Oxxxymiron]
Huh? Sit down, wannabe rapper
I saved the tidbit for last
We all share the pie, but you're getting too bold, homeboy
You'll end up bent over your father's knee
You got too ahead of yourself, son
I was helping you as much as I could
Watch out, your belly button might unravel
Who's the rat here? I was loyal to the end
You were acting like a child, but I was defending your ass
Ask Porchy (You-you)
You thought me and him
Wouldn’t understand what your sneak diss was hinting at?
I'm sharper. I'm the last of the Mohicans
You’re just a mix of Migos and Rich Homie Quan
Yes, our empire is from scratch. Yes, trust and family are important
You what, started believing in yourselves?
Your honor is the fanaberia of the villagers
What a rare fusion: a hyena and a snake
You what, decided that my ship sank on corals?
Well, well, someone got famous too early
You're talking about the game, but I'm the boss, its finale, amigo
If necessary, then welcome to the table
I will feed you
So much so, to interrupt at the root the craving to mention us in interviews
Freaks in dresses sing. I will fuck autotune in its mouth
Batka judges: flow around like fondue
I'll find my comrades then, I thought
But these scums mistake kindness for weakness
Fuck it, everything is returning back
And not about Styopa, but know that karma is a bitch, and I’m smiling
And if you're not completely suicidal
Keep silent in response, shove away your flawed speech
You dreamed so much of fucking us over with a verse, but you fucked yourself over —
Fuck off back to your "Magic City”!
[Chorus: Porchy]
Imperial (Imperial)
Rockstar vision
So Imperial
Chop it, mix It, drop It, hey
Imperial
Got queens and bitches (Bitches)
So imperial (So imperial)
Drop it, stretch it, flip it, hey!
Imperial
Rockstar vision
So Imperial (So imperial)
Chop it, mix It, drop It, hey
Imperial (Imperial, wow, wow)
Got queens and bitches
So imperial
Drop it, stretch it, flip it, hey!