Who's the man dropping the rap? It's Ned Stark I rule the land on top of the map I got a head start Bloodclart I'm the lord and warden of the north From the border to the Wall i rule it all Food for thought And who'd have thought a king could bring a tune as raw A regal troubador Whose keep's a music hall He speaks the truth on beats and proves to you he knew the lore But I'm uber-sure that's nothing your never knew before I drop real lyrics And that's a fact of life you might not fell But it's that I've got skill And this is why i rule the roads like tribes of hills There was a guy I'd got to kill From the Night's Watch; Will Heh, what a shite talker Warning about white walkers