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Elwood Cromwell
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Pax Quaeritur Bello
'Cromwell held more power than any other king ever had
And his achievements equaled or exceeded those.
Cromwell was invested with a royal robe of purple velvet
Lined with Erm… A guild bound and embossed bible,
A golden hilted sword and a massive solid gold scepter
He swore a version of the coronation oath…
And finally seated in majesty in this coronation chair
He was acclaimed three times to the sounds of trumpets of the cry.'
I said Peace is sought by war is the rage of the streets
Said life is what you make except when facing defeat
See the bright light shining on the cold concrete
Stomach growling no smiling just trying to eat
Now or never for the cheddar on a vendetta for mozzarella
Been through the worse through this verse no time to let up
Get up move and go get it, in it to win it running the scrimmage
Natural born menace from N.Y to Venice
And all points between said the flow so mean
Worse than Joe Green getting put through the guillotine
Have you dancing around like Ben Vereen
Now I'm back on the grind yeah I'm back on the scene
Said Life is what you make it, it aint' all what it seems
It's survival of the fittest so we plot and we scheme
On our hustle flexing muscle for the love of the green.
Then its lights, camera, action cut to the next scene
Elwood Cromwell a name to remember
Getting spinach like Popeye like shiver me timbers
Get the Picture nobody sicker I'm off the Richter
Slitz malt lifted pure out a little liquor
Put ya hands up it's a muthafucken stick up
Been down in the dumps fighting just trying to get up
Something keep pulling me down like what the fuck.
Should've been at the top but shit don't stop
Watching time pass just looking at my watch
Every 3 seconds think that I'm progressing
But time keep slipping caught up with life lessons.
Peddle to the metal no time for second guessing
Riding till the wheels fall off that's no question
Diamond in the ruff surrounded by Fools gold
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Heist of the century game not to be sold.
But I'll tell you one thing my flows is so cold
Icey like igloo's striking up a pose
Till the roofs on fire of your humble abode
We don't need no water let that muthafucka burn
Should've paid attention and you maybe would've learned
This is dedicated To Whom It May Concern.
I'm on fire yea a live wire
Have ya bitch hitting high notes like Mariah
Singing these songs we hours of the morn
It's on and on and on till the break of dawn.
Crashing like riptides followed by the silent calm
Humming along to this song can't be wrong
Put the pieces to the puzzle it's the heir to the throne
King of the jungle in my own zone
Thinking long range E.T phone home
Worldwide connected yeah I'm so gone
Always on my paper chase and it don't stop
Been down to long fighting to the top
For the recognition rhyme technician on a mission
Without a pot to piss in started with a vision
See the games mostly fake so me see through the lies
Check it, real recognize real tell it how I really feel
Love it, hate it who cares hit ya with the wip appeal
Sharp as surgical steel lion searching for its prey
Moving in for the kill won't live to see another day
Longtime coming got no time for the Childs Play
When its war it's really war
Aint' nothing really left to say.
'I will give this nation back its self-respect
We will walk in this world with our heads held high
I will liberate mad souls from the darkness of ignorance
I will build schools and universities for all
This will become a golden age…
I will bring the law within the reach of every common man
There will be work and bread for all!'
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