Daniel Blume - The First Sermon lyrics

[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...