the conclusion to the epic quest to fins that precious relic that is the hip-hop holy grail. if you're interested, heres the link to the first part http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=103816

here we go:

the gates to the palace were sealed and barred/
they stood 20 feet high all covered in barbs/
i saw a bard with some turntables standing nearby/
he told told me his learned fable, how to cross and here try/
to negociate the gates i needed philosophy/
some souped vocabulary and imagery/
i stood pondering, constructing up the bars in my mind/
to use on these bars, put the bars to the grind/
i said:

"if a wise man is just a fool in disguise
then the whole ocean is just a pool on the rise
my potential is sequential to become expontential
obsticles are illusions displayed in the mental"

the gates rusted and dusted, blew away with the wind/
the bard faded into nothing, i could play this to win/
with renewed hope, i walked through the gates to the court/
-yard, with new strength in the muscles i brought/
-hard, my next step was ascending and such/
a spiral staircase, there placed, depending as much/
on the endurance as pure sense, i started to climb/
inventing more lines with the spark in my mind/
six hundred and sixty-six footfalls more/
i was confronted quick with a seven foot tall door/
beyond it was the end, the object of my quest/
i was left speculating what project was next/
i drew my mic, clutched it tight, my knuckles turned white/
a holy weapon with the power of a shuttle burned bright/
the door flew back, a man stood with a crown on his head/
with tattered clothes and eyes that were drowning in red/
he said:

"this is you last task, child of the beat
either teach me defeat or be resting in piece"

the sky darkened, light from the windows had vanished/
all i could see remaining was the glow from the chalice/
this was no time to back out, i closed my eyes/
and read the lines imprinted on the blackest of skies/

"since the birth of the universe without a question
to learn lifes lesson is to obtain perfection
from this life to the next one, reincarnation
seek the power that could put the 'what' in tarnation
across every nation, radio station
every channel broadcasting comtemplation
its my meditations that have lead me to this
verbal penetraition, narrative or a diss
you cant stop me alone or a million men strong
or with a manuscript written a billion pens long
my hundred bars give you a hundred scars
and leave echoes in time and thunder far"

with that, the king dissolved in a cloud of smoke/
yet i still heard the words he proudly spoke/

"congratulations warrior, you've completed your quest
so heres the reward for you for defeating the best
take a look inside the cup and observe the reaction"

i did as i'd been told, from heard to the action/
inside the shining grail was a message in gold/
that glowed in the darkness, impressively told/
it read:

"the road of progress is a neverending path
theres no limit to our limits, forever it lasts
this cup is a trinket, but a symbol of skill
you've taken the next step to being truly ill"


feel free to recommend this to be in legends.