[Verse 1 Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] From the first steps taken, in a realm Which by magic is created, from raw imagination Inspired by mythology and history that's ancient This trip requires proper documentation Gil's brought a sphere from Spira to help assist us We're traveling the rift, no telling what's beyond As we're unraveling the mist, random battles with its spawn But they all find their end, when Excalibur is drawn In less than half of a day, we made it to a place The entire planet's memory collectively created There was a message from Enkidu, he left The sequel to Excalibur near a column, he sought the Tin Armor Listen, Gil, you won't find a better weapon Your skills are maxed out, brother, what are you sweating? This is about our recognition We always fought well, but something just kept missing Treasures become bland, these pleasures, they all pass A man is measured by more than fame that doesn't last A purpose claims you, it's a call you must heed There won't be an us no more, it's just me [Chorus Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] Promises don't matter, hearts are getting shattered This is Climhazzard Crushing all these rappers, pawns are getting captured This is Climhazzard Acknowledgement is good, but liberation's better This is Climhazzard Addition by substraction, precision in your actions This is Climhazzard I once killed a 1000 enemies single-handed This is Climhazzard How can Rap be dead, when I'm the Gold Standard? This is Climhazzard [Outro] For one last time... We will travel the rift worlds... For one last time... We will challenge the gap between reality and fiction So all you who doubt us, let it be our honor to chop you down to size For one last time... Cause when the melody fades... and the credits roll... Know this! We will have become immortals...

[Verse 1] Another night on the town, back when I toured around With scoundrels, I found joy in it, just to bounce thru pubs Getting wasted, nary a thought spent on the fact That at the day's end, what am I really chasin'? Girls and love, none of that available Money? Well, no business plan is failure proof The band scattered, the leader was like "make your move" Gave'em the deuce and left, overdue for a vacation I was too stressed, my voice started wearing You're not alone - I kept hearing, yet staring into distance The words didn't reach me, despite their insistence Started seeing the word friendship A lot different, I was pensive, even apprehensive Even spent days without speaking a sentence What built inside my soul, an anger that Dementia Doesn't begin to describe, Be careful as you enter [Verse 2: Concrete Cee] (Brother Gil) I still live in the past, am I past my prime at 25? Or am I headed for another climb? The omniscient voice I keep hearing Says he had a plan for me, but I keep interfering Answered curtly, the only dependable thing About the future is uncertainty, heard me? Guess he did, but no further response Never heard from him again, where has he gone? Not too far, in fact I'm always behind you I'm the mirror image you are blind to Thought I'd show you the ropes, aid you on your mission But I can't be bothered, cause you have always been an Impatient Capricorn, I ran up a hill toward the sun And fell asleep from exhaustion Woke up in a hammock with an open book in my lap The 200th page read: "Cee, this is where your story ends..." [Verse 3] The music keeps playing from the Grammophone rear as The lance of the dark rider burns down Cleyra The tree of life keeps emitting mist we near the Breaking point of spirit and I wonder will the skies clear? Five years since the end of a road A new beginning was told, I braved my fears and I showed A sheer resistance to cold, sporting a Dark Hat As like every year winter time was on the doormat The Ragtime Mouse quizzed me, my answer? I marked X The question was "Do you regret that you started to rap?" Certain things you just do without acknowledging the Consequences, on your surroundings, as you treasure hunt for artifacts Diggin' in the crates. rummaging through chests But beware of the Magic Pots and Mimics in your path And last but not least, come across an Epitaph Your mirror image in front of you, will turn to shattered glass A reminder of your future, the present is a neverending race To escape the persecution of your past The story of the Lancer, that people never grasped Sure was humble in its making but the resonance was vast....

[Verse 1] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] Monetary dearth turns dignified men Into thieving scumbags who'll relieve you of your purse Or your trinkets, foresight required, if you're trying To leave alive, wanna reach for your sword? Don't think it! Gladius at your neck - Fork over your belongings! Why you think I'm rapping to you? Well, poor kings get dethroned and beheaded Check your history, ya big nosed professor, it must be true if he said it Any delay of the pay? You'll live to regret it I'm only here for a moment in time I check the aisles for loose change, people throwing me dimes Such is the life of the Tantalus adventurers, handle it No manuscripts are found that, detail The operation, but the city watch is running observation Bunch of chumps, the ladies are more fearsome All the heists I pulled and they ain't ever hear none! [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] All night long I'm plotting on the next score All night long I want the gold and the swords All night long There is nothing too sacred Like a magpie, if it shines, I'll take it [Verse 2] [Brother Gil] In a city that knows no day, it happened that I ran into a princess, nabbed a grand from her in an instant A handsome ransom, made for the bar, in the District where the poor play cards to raise their living standard The sultry maid served ale, I tipped her well She said my rank was too low to get some tail I drew my sword, then pointed it at the wall A poster depicting my face, read there's a reward If the man known as Alleyway Jack is caught A million Gil's offered, have some heart, harlot! She insisted that it wasn't good business I left the pub, pissed, went to kill a Griffin Took the money from the fight, and spent it on a pendant Give it to a fine lass, maybe she would give in No such luck, I'm running out of dimes I want to leave this place, I'm tired of hearing Ragtime! [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] All night long I'm plotting on the next score All night long I want the gold and the swords All night long There is nothing too sacred Like a magpie, if it shines, I'll take it [Interlude] ! Auctioneer: (faux-aristocratic) And for today's auction, we offer a prized set of blades First item on the list: The "Ultima Sword" Shall we start the bidding at 99,000 Gil? Brother Gil: (thinking out loud) 99,000? I think I'll just take it! Auctioneer: (indignant) You would dare to rob this auction!? Brother Gil: (roguish) You would dare not handing over that sword to me at once? Auctioneer: Summon the guards! Guards? Brother Gil: They're resting... oh, and by the way the doors are locked. None of you fat blue blooded pricks are getting out of here Unless you empty your wallets... hehehe... Concrete Cee: Yo Gil, let's get out of here, the Baron let the Behemoth out! Brother Gil: Good, finally a worthy opponent. You lot shall live, for now... I'll be back... [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] All night long I'm plotting on the next score All night long I want the gold and the swords All night long There is nothing too sacred Like a magpie, if it shines, we'll take it!

[Verse 1] (Concrete Cee) {Brother Gil} Back at his lab, the lair of his artistry Where limestone blocks are prepared, for lithography Everything I draw is a trace, of what I draw it from Honesty's the ingredient, most forgone it seems Hard-heartedly I boss around novices Probably remiss if I didn't, in my beginnings I took it a little scholarly to keep my mouth shut when a master speaks So nowadays they don't want a feature Life Path number 6 is the teacher, you see "The way is in the training, not the songs nor the battles either" Find me at the forge, melting down bars Folding layer after layer to a sword Weeks later, I sharpen the blade on the grindstone Months later, the edge about as fine as a comb Y'all don't stand a chance with them replicas you got at your homes Now compare the blacksmithing to the lines in a poem! [Hook] (Concrete Cee) Pandemonium bars, from the heart Of a floating fortress, to the planetary conscious Tirelessly work until everything is conquered From the inside, at the core I'm a monster Pandemonium bars, at the summit I will kick you off the ledge, let you plummet to your death Go into Trance Mode before I cast Ultima Go into Trance Mode before I cast Ultima [Verse 2] (Concrete Cee) Retribution 'nigh, no rest for the weary See my rivals heaped with praise, I guess they didn't hear me The first time, when I said that I can summon a spirit So viciously brutal reminiscent of Running With Scissors Just to think that his honest ambition's eviscerating Multiples of instigating kids that think they're lyricists in training He calls them by their maiden names, states they far Easier to keep in mind, when he swings by their parents' To tell them read the signs - Have your children come home yet? No? Wonder who's gone next? Shovels always on hand Spare me the cold sweat, you know the competition Is cut-throat, and figurative speech is not implied My brush stroke, paints the faces of the slain On the floor tiles of a haunted house, you can't erase the stains Go to sleep and next morning they're back again To remind you that going against I is not a game "Obsession with fame is the bane of your generation Most adversaries don't deserve the veneration" Indeed so, Gil, especially when they put the actual merits Of their work behind the public admiration Art has to be progressive, abstract, inventive If derivative, it has to be significantly different From the original, with a flavor that's individual The blackest of all magicks is readied, now I'll finish you with [Hook] Pandemonium bars, from the heart Of a floating fortress, to the planetary conscious Tirelessly work until everything is conquered From the inside, at the core I'm a monster Pandemonium bars, at the summit I will kick you off the ledge, let you plummet to your death Go into Trance Mode before I cast Ultima Go into Trance Mode before I cast Ultima Go into Trance Mode before I cast Ultima ...and now the game's over chumps!

[Verse 1] Hailing from the capital, I'm heading out Into the wide world, to prove wrong who had a doubt People miss the ones that they see the least And I've been taken for granted, it's time for me to leave... I will promise to write letters And give them to anybody relaying them to whoever In time they will reach you, by the time You read them, I will be far from where I'd meet you I might be in town, just passing through Can't stay for too long, there's things I have to do We can have a little chat and then I'm off again Was nice to see you tonight, but by the morning I'll be [Chorus] GONE - time has yet to wait for an explorer To discover his true fate, I'm missing people's calls cause I'm GONE - trying to put some food up on my plate Got a couple things for sale, going by the usual rate till they're GONE - people only mourn when you expire But they often disregard the wear and tear on your tires, when you're GONE - way beyond the point of no return All of sudden, you're everyone's concern, now they wonder why you're GONE... [Verse 2] Sitting by myself on an airship, destination a place Wherever the weather's the fairest And I don't carry a map, I'm not a tourist I steer clear of the lawless, move cautious Shake hands with a couple fellow performers Down drinks then show those in attendance what I brought them Nice to feel the vibes but the hourglass Shows almost every grain of sand's fallen I head for the bed, cause next morning The cycle repeats, and I'll be somewhere else foreign Heard a stranger ask me, don't you miss your family? The look in my eyes was unresponsive Very hard to tell the weight of one's conscience If not by the empty eyes when he ponders The dreams he had back then, the person he was The vows of love, but whatever it was, it is [Chorus 2] GONE - The past is but the past, yet it's sad When you keep forgetting good times in favor of the bad, till they're GONE - The Neverending Story is a lie Fantasia will turn to Nothing, when you die, then they cry cause you're GONE - So's the chance to ever mend the fences Some will spite you under their breath, whenever you are mentioned and you're GONE - Cause real is not real anymore Used to it, I have seen it all before, don't you wonder why I'm GONE... [BREAK] [Verse 3] As it seems, he was butterfly stroking In a pair of drag shorts against everybody crawling downstream The only person with a smile while it rained A Burmecian mindstate, look how the times changed We used to run on steam, and now we run on energy Whose production is exhibit of our heresy We used to heed mother nature, we abused her love Look how we bleed mother nature, she can't do enough We look to the Sun, knowing that it's a cruel judge From within, the destruction of Gaia will soon come Witness Terra's rebirth, as well as the impending Rise of the Genomes with inborn hiveminds As life dies, there is compression of time Cause everything is silent and we cannot press rewind Back to when dripping water birthed a clock Back to the Ajanta caves carved into rock Testimonials he chiseled into granite Embarked on a long journey, came back empty handed Many friends were lost, his sins ain't unforgivable But in this worldly existence, he won't get absolved They'd pin him to the cross, hurl stones at him He's used to the procedure, they unearth no sadness No regrets, glares of a man that lived too long Meet with those of a man that talks pure sickness Most lies are written by the victors The Byronic hero appears, with the customary Jade colored glasses, and a foul mouth that swears That he didn't fucking do it but the mob wouldn't care They wanna see a fruit too ripe for the harvesting He condescendingly admonishes the hatemongers Not astonishing, his reputation is a tad marred Within the confines of a society he's at odds with Back at the lab, he falls asleep to a goddess Opining his peers build cars, as he's building starships He retorts that that's nonsense, they just fail to understand The depth of a human metamorphisis Take the cocoon from which emerged a moth Inside the larva turned into soup, that miraculously Still stores data, now you see why I withdraw Into the studio to release the songs that they explore later At the precipice of defeat, across from Victory, chased by enemies, no choice, he has to leap Contrary to what the media propels These miracles are expensive while disaster is cheap Lone walks through the post-traumatic dreamscapes And virtual realities gave him a hint that he's trained in inception So he plants thoughts of expansion In the minds of the beautiful souls that enchanted him Those who didn't judge even though they understand him If so inclined, make for viable companions Those who want, find a way, others make an excuse The lowest among them busy formulating a ruse As to how they disable themselves relating to truth Bashing whistleblowers uncovering blatant abuse They celebrate mediocrity, hate what challenges Their intelligence, what am I even saying to you? Huh? What's there to see but everyone for himself Nevertheless, he has never needed a reason to help You don't believe in his dreams? May you have fortune with yours If people ask him how you are, he won't answer no more He's writing books in Alexandria, the one with the sword On how the rift between reality and fantasy is actually A phase-aligned jumphole to levels of thought If you locate it in your mind, it might unravel your heart But by the time his studies are published, he's moved on Without giving comments on the coverage, the many of them Judge it, without properly analyzing his points made Cause they will say "this man knows how to disappoint fate" Now his letters are relayed, to whoever accepts the parcel Enclosed you find an old spellbook that has a portal Incantation, wanna follow him, remember his songs Because the person that you remember as Concrete Cee - He is gone. END

[Verse 1] I built a dream from a memory Implemented in my genes, as my destiny Manifests itself thru my deeds The purpose becomes clearer as I breathe in a place of peace I stand months from the image you have That person doesn't exist, he lives in the past Silence unravels the facade of the building Time is the emptiness devouring old feelings You are staring in the eye of Invincible Way above the mist clouds, I have caught a glimpse of you How to let down a guard that a glare shatters? If resentment resulted, did my tears matter? Our travels have resumed, though our shared efforts Became sheared efforts, so now it's fair weather I opened my chest to find a coin The sign was the 12th, same as the House it joined... [Hook] Destroy the images, destroy memories But you can only change, not destroy energy You can try to influence, or you can let it be But when a world is destroyed, how do you handle grief? Destroy the images, destroy memories But you can only change, not destroy energy You can try to make amendments, or just let it be Put it all in perspective to find inner peace [Verse 2] I built a realm from a fantasy As imagined in my dreams, so it has to be Manifested through investment in the talents Possessed by or blessed with, depends on where you stand A love that is felt for a friend, deeper than The love that is felt for his kin Favors granted readily, dedication is such That if I ever leave, you loved me passively And such love has only limited capacity Expand it actively, that'll be the recipe The balance needs to be kept stable, as tests may prove It's harder than remaining adrift, the greater the rift The more it all seems to fade, degrade The less we relate and wonder if it's fate The memories'll stay till the day we're grey Or engraved on our graves, washed away by the waves of time...