[Verse 1]
The paladin is back from his spiritual Conclave
Lactose, Colophony, Pota**ium chlorate
Gone are the days of dependence, restored faith in my penmanship
Cause I will reap the benefit
That I intended to get - What? I ain't delivered hits?
That's a feeble accusation I am lyrically legit
And yeah, failure or not, the facts remain imminent
Weak minds can't lift the weight of my rhymes in ten attempts
Your egos are bruised, because a man from Berlin
Emcees better than you and you're weaker than Ten Deuce
Going up against a 89 of Hearts
When the cards come 7 and 10, Jack, your loss
Alignment of the stars, waited on, debated on
Colder it gets, thicker the ice he be skating on
Phoenix downs in my blanket tell me to rise and shine
So I shall, while going thru the usual hellfire
Of trying my hand at things that I've failed prior
To maturing, whatever that means to children
A purified mind with lines that's match grade
Unoccupied with the lies of past dates
Recognized fate, stayed alive in bad shape
And made myself a terracotta army of fakes
Threw the gauntlet before the one that you won't face
I'm the antagonist, perennial foil to those praised...
[Verse 2]
Vision of a mole in a hole, tossed coins down the well
You tell the fortune of others, by what they sell
Loose lips, I put clamps on'em, wishes to see me fail
Need a djinn, nothing compels me to give a lamp to them
Round tables flipped over, paladins revoke your
Favorite rapper's Knight status on the grounds that he is quite average
Rebu*tal of the peasant, double your efforts
To come with your best writtens to date, after your convalescence
From the thrashing you've been handed, chisel it in granite
When the coffin landed, ain't no coming back from the damage
Unless I grant it, to be candid, I'm ham-handed
When it comes to black magic, you'll return as a parrot or something
Only able to remember lines I used against you
That should depress you enough to ruffle your feathers
Never, ever, mess up at the presser
Lest ya, want your public perception lesser, ya f**ing heffer
[Verse 3]
Braggadocio, vain when rapping, vendetta is aimed at traitors
Megalomani-acting, since ever my name had haters
Can't advocate the lack of sense rappers got fame for later
Back in those days, ain't had to spend cheddar to pay for plays but
This is how the game changed...
What can I say, man, it ain't the same...
[Verse 4]
I can enter a debate and make any point moot
And never once did my opinion get a say in that group
Because yesterday's sins are today's virtues
Keeping it real is keeping it broke, you didn't know?
Be opportunist, in hot pursuit for loot
Ride with the movement, copy an idea, call it brandnew
It's all about how you market it
It's all about the lower smarts you are targeting
Today when defining what art is
Most of the populace would agree that Vincent Van Gogh was garbage
A hundred years later he was remembered as filthy
Unfriendly and disagreeable, by Jeanne Calment
So when Con pa**es on to the Farplane
I wonder what are survivors going to say?
Will his work be ignored, or treated as charred remains
Like a corpse to be transformed into a diamond ring?
To be continued...