[Dante]
Crusaders? Here?
Why are you being punished?
Our cause was holy
We are absolved of sin

[Francesco]
The bishop lied, did he not, brother?

[Dante]
Francesco, not you too

[Verse One: Plasthic Slash]
The horseman that rides a hippocampus
The worst plan's to force hands when I script on canvas
Words paint the big picture and evokes emoticons
Emcees, we smoke weak ones and choke demons till there's no response
I want Hovi's position, Ada na good spouse
But she longs for an ovipositor and a brood pouch
Ha! You dudes forgot, my food for thought is flavory
Street ichthyologist, apologies for the chicanery
Blake Griffin, weightlifting then we rolling trees fast
Abe Lincoln, shape shifting in geometry class
Some go the dental way when instrumentals play
Vast rhymes, I grasp minds with my prehensile tales
Owing pals and going bald, he don't need ya balderdash
He seen his future in a dibia's calabash
Few years ago, he had a young nanny and his toys
Now he's poised to take over from Don Wanny and his boys

[Verse Two: Xplain]
With Illgod in the lab, while he digs for samples
Dropping incites from different angles
Chopping giallo moods just to ignite your hippocampus
The beats and rhymes potent like some lethal cancer
A little anxious like street pranksters playing the role of hit-men placing bombs where are aristocrats are
Went from rocking dance floors with Timbalands and Rockports
To tactical weapons training, somewhere out in Rostov
Truth be told, I'm really Samson with the short hair
Blindfolded in a Philistines’ party saying the Lord's prayer
But the Don stays low key like Thor’s sibling
Pouring gin in the glass after much rinsing
Xplain and Slash dropping classics, watch men come school you
Preach the gospel to the masses like Desmond Tutu
The high priest with a white hen performing chants and voodoo
To take absolute control like a despot would do