The Conqueror

By Rodan

On Flight Lessons

Released on 2002

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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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas is getting bigged up on a subway platform

Take precaution while we scramble, run a risk, make a gamble

Camp major, preamble running through bitches 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-cumulus-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 niggas 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