Kaminski - Barbarian Freestyle Sessions Pt. I lyrics

[Intro] Barbarian Freestyle Sessions 2015, get me Alaric, king of the Visigoths, dynasty Tervingii 2015 Bringing down the walls of Rome Shout outs to the East Goth Crew To the West Goth Crew To all our confederate brothers and sisters Fighting for and against Rome Can't touch this sh**, let's kick it man [Bars] Well I wanted to be Master of Both Services Are you feeling this sense of nervousness? Look, I'm far-sighted like Copernicus From Pax Romana to Gothic metamorphosis Your foreign policy is hit and miss and I dismiss all charges of mysteriousness Eleusian mysteries to Roman dysentery Alaric is a missionary of the paramilitary Innocence on trial, truth is out on bail Riches are going, going, gone Well I racked the gold and Romed uncontrolled But I'm fave to the brave and fam to the bold The things made by man will never reach I'm here to teach you, God be the one to keep you Deal with the Pagans later, stay out of danger In 410 I sacked Rome, it was a game changer On seven hills I saw ten commandments And eleven ills; man of action No blue pills you know I can't chill I'm a son of stress and violence Exile, migration - parents and guidance Now it's not like I don't want to practice non-violence - seen? - But these Huns be like a virus stealing diamonds These Romans be like babylonians raping silence So by the grace of Saint Peter When they give an inch I take it by the metre; Easily sparked like a kerosene heater I believe in justice With Augustus this coup coulda been bloodless I spit these bars with a truth beyond the years Some say I got a chip on my shoulder Me I say that fires still smoulder But the truth is in the eye of the beholder Some think the final goal is Rome But we know the final goal is home For them taking a bath in Lapidarium I be scaring them, still not caring then, because I'm an Arian It wasn't easy then, chased by horsemen Murder, bloodshed, too many forced abortions Minority grudge on the street corner God's own people forced to be mourners That's why I'm here spitting truth to Pharaoh In all of Roman's land let my people go To those who sweep streets, serve the elites Mercenaries, federates all of my peeps The revolution won't be televised And your emperors won't be canonised 40,000 slaves behind those walls 40,000 more died for the cause Because everyday this life is hell But the horizon's looking bright, so I might as well Admit that I submit to emit bars like holy writ Unchallenged authority, voice of the minority The aim of the game is an absolute majority The shame of the blame lies in the hands of the same Whose bread and circuses tarnished the name Of the once-proud Pagans we were sent to entertain My name's Alaric this is my message The melody of my emba**y is ecstacy Breathlessly I gotta get this truth out By hook or crook, I know without a doubt Diverted a river and encased in 3 coffins Silver gold lead, cry tears for the orphans Let it be that their life is better Tap into your empathy, open up your borders [Outro and shouts] Yeah, shout outs to the West Goth Crew Shout outs to the East Goth Crew Shout outs to my federatii brothers and sisters Living within these borders of Rome Behind these walls right here Rome, the time has come Barbarian Freestyle Sessions 2015 Rome, you're falling down You've had your chances You could have had a loyal soldier Make your enemies, and choose your enemies carefully We're out