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rodan - the conqueror lyrics

rodan – “the conqueror”
[emcee(s): rodan]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[intro: sample from the witch in conan the barbarian (1982)]
from the north, a man of great strength. one who would crush the snakes of the earth. the conqueror, the conqueror

[verse 1: rodan]
yo, yo, yo, i cut
the head off the devil and i throw it at you. asides that
stat, decapitate your whole corporate commercial crew, retired
career cops, f-ggots fear glocks, hear shots, jakes falling like
teardrops, wigs twisting like spinning beer tops. seventy-
five-watt n-ggas get no shine in chandelier shops, hold
it down, solar sounds keep it right for night folk, the a-
-crobatic flight pope flip it across the twilight tightrope
one 20/20 sight scope, saran wrap, my wisdom skin-tight
fresh uptown game, winning records like yankee pinstripes
bless fundamental insight, penetrate your basic thin height
abc honor like d-negative blood kin type, lynching
a cow by the neck, break every cracker’s windpipe. yo
chickenhead-spanking, billboard-ranking, regard these crab n-ggas as
thanking the true olympian universal of the almighty benjamin franklin
provide street virgins with all the trimmed fees, heavy ro-
-tation throughout the seasons like multi-flavored timbies. god
marked the transition and p-ssed them slim trees, sparked
some for biggie smalls, patron saint of fourth-generation emcees
lyrical ancestor extradite weight from venezuela
castrate julius, choke caesar with his own genitalia
w-lly tell arrows bust from a nine-milli barrel, freeze the target the farthest
smartest, influential, early-second-millennium rap artist

[interlude 1: sample from the witch in conan the barbarian (1982)]
a man who would someday be king by his own hand. the conqueror, the conqueror

[verse 2: rodan]
the sick
decipher statin arm, infinite degrees to keep the gat warm
gullible n-ggas is getting bigged up on a subway platform
take precaution while we scramble, run a risk, make a gamble
camp major, preamble running through b-tches and emcees like earl campbell
gridiron, way-back, hundred-yard-long shots from the bottle
reborn through my shahada, the mighty dada globetrotter
the baddest strata-nimbus-c-mulus-cloud sky-squatter
ro’ subtract m-ss poverty, probably’ll purchase angle property
stranglehold the globe from forty acres of monopoly
worldwide lands is dedicated, street corners confederated
ghetto scientist medicated, nine out of ten murderous lines are improvised
last ten percent premeditated

[interlude 2: sample from the witch in conan the barbarian (1982)]
from the north, a man of great strength. the conqueror, the conqueror. a man who would someday be king by his own hand. the conqueror, the conqueror, the conqueror. one who would crush the snakes of the earth. the conqueror, the conqueror. one who would crush the snakes of the earth. the conqueror, the conqueror

[verse 3: rodan]
yo
my man wrecking dan carry a high-caliber tec in hand
strapped black, chronic cats will murder first and secondhand
hip hop and armored doctorates of plaques and monuments, touch more flavors
than a supermarket aisle stacked with condiments. bring up the golden
elite, god, flop far, stop bars of rock
stars. drum rolling back-to-back like boxcars, perform
a fly-by, baptize, polarize solar scribes, blind
christ. like vibes, resurrect your golden tribe, practice
above-average mathematic tactics of an aztec
counteract your wack static, that cl-ssic rap telepathic
rapid–ss spit drastic, bound to confound, true metro
flow, ufo running crop circles around you
universal flying objects, more written verses than evil prophets
cops tried to stop it, got shot-blocked. the glock? dropped it
third eye dilated, thirsty n-ggas that hydrated vibrated
hot southern skies is blazing, now i migrated. rugged
lifestyle vindicated, big city soap opera series syndicated
certified-indicated, compact disc order-less, man-
-slaughterously bl–dy forces leaking from every orifice
infrared light beam, tight, immaculate time scheme, dry
clean wax, now i sanitized your poor rhyme hygiene

[outro: sample from the witch in conan the barbarian (1982)]
the conqueror. one who would crush the snakes of the earth. the conqueror. a man who would someday be king by his own hand. the conquero. one who would crush the snakes of the earth. the conqueror. a man who would someday be king by his own hand. from the north, a man of great strength. the conqueror, the conqueror, the conqueror

- rodan lyrics

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