| Well met, stranger
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| Elated to make your acquaintance
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| Now, may I entertain you with some «ations over cadence?
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| You see, I bear some rare, amazing information
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| And you look like someone who is used to strange situations
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| There is a hidden portal within the Bard’s College
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| I was brought through, an immortal to impart knowledge
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| About an other-wordly form of Redguard sonnet
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| They took a thumping drum beat and said bars on it
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| I wandered through Solitude, departed Haafingar
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| Past Hjaalmarch, through The Reach, east of Markarth
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| I reached the Whiterun Hold
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| I preached in rhyme and told the people
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| That the need to speak was higher than the price of gold
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| Nothing can beat soul, not even sweet rolls
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| I’ve got it locked like a pick stuck in a keyhole
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| I leave you wee trolls wishing that you’d re-rolled
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| By the Nine Divines, my rhyme’s a sight to behold
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| My freeholds are threefold
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| I rock the property chain
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| 'Cause I’m the top bloody Thane in this Monopoly game
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| So you’d better watch the throne, Stormcloak
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| 'Cause you’re getting overthrown by an ordinary bloke
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| It’s high time Skyrim had a new High King
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| And I like hiking — it’s quite exciting:)
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| I’m descended from the Vikings back in my kingdom
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| But my lyric writing’s better than my skill at fighting
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| My pen is mightier than swords; |
| it’s the right choice
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| They call me «MF Thu’um"when I use my Voice
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| With each rap, my Speechcraft keeps stacking
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| If you could see the graph, you’d actually be laughing
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| You’ll never sound as fresh, I’m a rockstar
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| I climb the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar
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| Like Jurgen Windcaller, my words’ll bring more disorder
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| Than mixing Skooma in an Orcish brigand’s drink order
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| A bawdy bard that raps, my Voice’ll cause your cart to crash
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| Your horse’s armor cracks under the awesome force of Paarthurnax
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| But here’s the secret I needed to tell:
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| You can be an MC with me aswell
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| Forget the Blades, me and you don’t need the Greybeards
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| Who are Mehrunes Dagon and the Daedra to an atheist?
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| Mages, take your Spell Tome and go the hell home
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| 'Cause who needs boots of speed when we’ve got shell toes?
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| And, so whether you drink Honeymead or Alto
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| Be sure that Dan’ll smelt flows 'til all of Tamriel knows
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| You should use the bars of the bard deep inside you
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| And 'til we meet again, friend: Talos guide you
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| Talos guide you |