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's used to strange situations. There is a hidden portal within the Bards' College I was brought through, an immortal, to impart knowledge About an otherworldly form of Redguard sonnet They took a thumping drumbeat 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 the rhyme and told the people That the need to speak was higher than the price of gold Nothing can beat soul Not even sweetrolls I've got it locked like 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 Because 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 skill 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 rock star 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 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, you and me don't need the Greaybeards Who are Mehrunes Dagon and the Daedra to an atheist? Mages, take you spell tome and go to the hell home Because 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 'til we meet again, friend Talos guide you