[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!