Medieval

Hark who goes there? The child of the light's been born
 Sit upon the throne, to get it on
 And only when I spit it on, I shit it on
 Call me the Duke of Verb, who's cute to girls
 But I'm not awaiting, 'cuz Rapunzel's hair needs braiding
 Fair maidens kneel when they feel the steel
 Hit them with the magic wand the wand is real
 And I'm hurling spells that I learned from Merlin
 Words made with gold, gimme limestone, silver
 Feel the build up on my enemy
 I spread across the nation, no taxation, without representation
 I'm the son of a king
 The son of a bitch, made some of us poor and some of us rich
 Cause some of us flow and some of us spit
 My first born son will be a son of a prince
 I'm a big, bad, bold, black son of a bitch
 Crusaders say they're comin' again
 We bury us somebody ya close ta, dare ya speak, that ain't with me
 So ya'll can come an get me, if you want me
 I got gators in the moat
 And a fire-breathing dragon behind the wall ready to get medieval
 It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)
 It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)
 Medieval
 It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)
 You need to toast Doysa with your best ale
 My music is my holy grail
 I got my mic from the lady in the lake
 The fake, get burned at the stake, until they're well done
 When titans clash, something is bound to happen
 Force you to run the gauntlet
 Suckers get thrown into the dungeon, for frontin'
 I'm your knight, what you're wanting in chromed out armour
 Defending the honour, of my lady in the tower
 My words are power
 Fall at the hammer of Thor
 Will you trap the microphone and trap door to stage floor
 With primitive weaponry lo' nigh;
 The foe's force is catapults and a whole lot of crossbows
 Flaming arrows represent us
 Last stage of battle, and we rise out the dust
 We can figure we can conquer more territory
 Enemies get quartered
 Catapult the fucking hot oil as ordered
 It is my right because you really tattered
 Bordered my sacred Ground
 Sir Booty Brown knighted with the AKGs
 More to remains is what I leave behind me
 Run to the mission, claim sanctuary
 Grim gray remorse
 Brave men are scare-ry, like we going back to the
 (Medieval)
 It is I - Lord Friction
 I'm on a rhyme crusade
 Renaissance man with a tongue like a blade got guillotine chops
 Lyrics spread through your crew like black plague and smallpox
 Verbal warlock, cast a spell, make your whore hot
 Uncomfortable like armour on a sore spot
 I'm won't stop 'til I've won Camelot
 At the helm of the round table, just a dialog
 But I don't live no fable, keep leery of the snakes
 Medieval (comin' shit straight medieval)
 Your citadel is now under siege
 We're torturing them whack MCs who underachieve and who don't believe
 Suckers get thrown in to the moat
 Cause all they want to do is floss around and gloat
 Lower the drawbridge then release the hounds. (hounds)
 We're comin' after y'all bitches, this is how we get down. (down)
 Usually me and my men are a band of merry minstrels
 Right now we're here to protect the crown from you clowns and fire-breathing heathens
 And intruders and enemies of the empire
 Doysa got the shit to set the world on fire
 Lyrical jousting, we comin' in
 Battering in with our verbal battering ram
 Listen to the way, you don't know who the fuck I am?
 Lord BEEP Doysa, a Pharcyde manner at your service