The Conqueror lyrics

Rodan - “The Conqueror”
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Intro: Sample from 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” - The Witch

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Yo, yo, yo, I cut the head off the Devil and I throw it at you
Asides that tat, decapitate your whole corporate commercial crew
Retired Career cops, faggots 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 acrobatic 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 unalike, D-negative blood kin type
Lynching a coward by the neck, break every cracker’s windpipe
Yo chickenhead-spanking, Billboard-ranking, regard these crab n*ggas as thanking
The true and living universal of the almighty Benjamin Franklin
Provide street virgins with all the trimmed fees
Heavy rotation throughout the seasons like multi-flavored Timbies
God Marked the transition and passed 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
Willy Tell arrows bust from a nine-milli barrel, freeze the target
The farthest Smartest, influential, early-second-millennium rap artist
[Interlude 1: Sample from Conan the Barbarian (1982)]
“A man who would someday be king by his own hand
The conqueror, the conqueror” - The Witch

[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 Nevada
Reborn through my shahada, the mighty dada globetrotter
The baddest strata-nimbus-c*mulus-cloud sky-squatter
Ro’ subtract mass poverty, probably’ll purchase Anglo 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 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” - The Witch
[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 classic rap telepathic
Rapid-ass 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
Manslaughterously bloody 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 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 conqueror
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” - The Witch