Guard the Fort (feat. Lyrics Born & Gift of Gab)

My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat

Yeah, you though I was gone but I'm back

We came to call the elements way beyond rap

I'm here to take first watch and I'm strapped, 'cause it's

(My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

Yeah, the swords are drawn and odds are stacked

When we clash, the impact's a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor, even though we are under attack

You see it's (My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

Hey, the darker the shade, the sharper the blade

Start the parades, walk on grenade

And walk in invade, yeah

My carcass displays the marks of a slave

Dark days, the carpet is laid for the prophets of rage, yeah

We're told we're arrogant, narrow gazed and clenched fists

Breakin' down barriers, barricades and fences

Perimeter, so you and the verse rhyme and convinces

Against the impure, the first line of defense is me

I'm in weapon mode this episode

New, but I'm reppin' the old ethics, and yes, it shows

If you neglected the principles, methods and the goals

May your pores close and you swell up until your flesh explodes

Phenomenal, droppin' them pocket flows

Freakin' unstoppable, I keep it rockin' until the shop is closed

And whether physical, audio or optical

The impact of the four guardians got the drop on you

You though I was gone but I'm back

We came to call the elements way beyond rap

I'm here to take first watch and I'm strapped, 'cause it's

(My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

The swords are drawn and odds are stacked

When we clash, the impact's a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor, even though we are under attack

You see it's (My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

Last samurai named Shimmerer has arrived

With a fat sack of lye, Herradura and a vibe

Uh-uh, I don't fraternize with the rank and file

Ever drop a gas for a general such as myself?

That's sabotage

If it smokes, it ropes, befitting of my title

In Rome, the emperor of metaphor

The monarch of pop art

My cavalry of banner men traveling west

My family quest displayed prominently

Proudly flappin' in the wind

I lead an armada overseas at Borgata

They believe in one mantra

Peace, love and honor

Ten thousand katanas separate your spinal column

From your teeth, medulla oblongata and your wallet

Recorded ten albums all off performance enhancers

Therefore all my records have an asterisk

Lyrics born swingin' scimitars like a savage

Take an arm, take a leg, take a knee

Might cap in there

(My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

You though I was gone but I'm back

We came to call the elements way beyond rap

I'm here to take first watch and I'm strapped, 'cause it's

(My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

The swords are drawn and odds are stacked

When we clash, the impact's a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor, even though we are under attack

You see it's (My turn to guard the fort, ready for combat)

Blast on all cylinders, cast off all doubt

Callin' all villagers

All my women, I come, I'll tell her this

Come out, these males records just slitherin'

Flyin' in the image of talentless ignorance

Spasms with a sense of fashion that's feminine

Nothin' sounds genuine mumblin' and mimickin'

Aim the jagged rhythm and inject a little skill in 'em

And keep on killin' 'em until that feelin' inside's back

Though it seems overwhelming, don't get sidetracked

Find that timeless energy and side blast

We'll be here forever while they fade away as time passes

This little lizard ass slitherin'

Critters cast spells on his knees like the lyrical wizard I am

Till we defeat them and hip-hop is ill again

I will stand, hold my fort and guard the fort till the end