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Dulled Knighthood
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Rock of Eternity
01:59
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Sword & Synthery
01:47
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Wizard's Name
03:03
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kanohi jam
01:30
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Who's the man the myth of stature omnipresent
Heats bars like a blacksmith and battles oppression
The legend, inspiring yarns without fail
Rhyming over beats like I'm Alan-a-Dale
Man it's Locksley, but my friends call me Robin Hood
Fought the law for the sake of the common good
With Little John, Will Scarlet, and Marian
And seven score more with a blow of a clarion
I'm carrying away many a vault upon payday
Plunder under cover from Michaelmas to May Day
The Major Oak's where I'm often seen
But rappers can't see me like I'm clad in Lincoln green
The wolf's-head-led inveterate meddlers
Spit sick like the end of "Robin Hood and the Pedlars"
At tournaments splittin arrows like cold fission
Coalitions
Mound-dweller assassin missions
Longbows, crossbows, staves and glaives
Sword and axe on tax caravan raids
And twin blades like we brought Nasir
Lettin every foe know that the gang was here
See, overindulgence is bad for your health
So I rob from the rich and redistribute their wealth
No one's impervious, I see you getting nervous
I'm dunkin on suckers like Friar Tuck's ferry service
But don't worry, but you can buy safe passage
For a small donation to the huddling masses
Impassive, laughter from the Greenwood lingers
Kiss your lady's hand take the rings from her fingers
So eat some boar with us cuz if you go to war with us
You'll need those remedies of Joseph of Cordoba's
See many tried, but I left em all moanin
And groanin bad omens of the yeoman bowman
I'm the hooded man hanging with Herne and turned liminal
Turned criminal to burgle your citadel
And did it well, nary a trace left behind me
Think you can brave the Greenwood come find me
Remind me, who defined the twelth century
To stand against greed, corruption, and lechery
Lemme see, I can fill in the gaps
It's a guy in green tights and a bycocket hat
Unlocked that, you hear picks click in your locks
Nevermind that, it's just Rob robbin your strongbox
Outfoxed like its 1973
The song of the woodland set me free
To fight the power ctil the fields lie fallow
And leave French pirates floatin in the shallows
While the Mound Folk watch from the shadows
Sharpshoot Stutely's noose from the gallows
And you follow, we're no common brigands
We're puttin the Merrie back in Olde England
Bringin old growth flow like a bonsai
Spittin clothyard shafts through the bullseye
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