Randomized: Tale of Two Cities

I make the best of times; I make the worst of times

I'm the king of two cities, never been arrested, I'm

Crested as Nicholas, making ridiculous rhymes

To blow the minds of all the mimes

Who follow me and the squabbling kinds

We're boss till we're hostile to grimes

So I guess I'm docile, 'cause I've embossed illness in shines

They call me the fossil of finds

'Cause of my old flow with a new show, entwined

Get nicked and dime, forget the fickle and fined

Till you're in a pickle, a cucumber-some bind

Wonder sum, minus the number one's shrine