Dan Bull - The Bard's Secret lyrics

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