Its the finesse & elegance that come from the last of greats
Mastered traits, spit their heart out then shove it back in place
A graceful presence, gonna always have faith in penmans
Seemlessly stop anyone, like they've emplaced a gremlin
Never cease to be on top, always will spite the cowards
They're at the height of power, tripling the eifel tower
Style supremacy, each & everyone has aisles of enemies
Break down every last one, as opponents are filed heavily
Evermore ask for fights, then a quick strike with talons
When they grasp the mic, words'll gleam like six ballads
Finally the goal was here, now having hope was queer
Until the start came back to them in a golden mirror
So bruised and battered, they had proved they had it
But no longer felt success, beating who they used to damage
And soon a light shone on them, had to act with force
Patched the sores, eyed a new worthy group & passed the torch
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