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
 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!"