On the real, your boy is a hip-hop playa', But for this joint here, I'll play the role of King Slayer. See, toe to toe, blow for blow, we can fight G; But word to Jaime, there are no other men like me.
This industry is in a roughed up state; Cats front so tough, you called the bluff they faked. And we all know it too, we just love to pretend; Use my tongue as a sword, slice 'em with the pointy end.
And friends can turn to enemies in an eye-blink; Mine click together, firm, like a Maester's chain link. We got skills and yes we're so ill, Our brotherhood was formed underneath a hollow hill.
For real, shit's so sad it's almost funny; Y'all niggas, Little Fingers steady chasing after money. Dummies, I do it for the love like Stark, And sit alone with my honor, in a dungeon, in the dark.
--CHORUS: --In this Game of Thrones, it's eye for eye; --There is no middle ground, you either Win or Die. --You gotta' watch the cats, who watch your back; --You can get hit quick man, and that's a fact. --Politics and bedfellows, what's real? who's fake? --The surprise in your eyes when your man goes snake. --It can happen to your fam', or you all alone; --We go big, we go home, we play this Game of Thrones.
Lots of fake shit, nowadays the realm is a snake pit; No gravity, you weightless, not a chance to escape it. I take shit from no man and never compromise; Tread water, hold my head, navigate the endless lies.
There is hope though, sure as the dragon flies; The energy I maximize, while small folk are terrorized. But never mind, see here, House Classic; High above the game, at the wall, in a basket.
I'm not pretending there will be no happy ending; Beats and rhymes blending to produce the red wedding. Do you get it? How these tracks can't scar me; You may have the better claim, but me: I have the bigger army.
And like winter, we're coming; so let's get shit clear, I give a what if you broke or a billionaire. Underground versus us, you just can't compare, We give you joints like this and the 'Rains of Castemere'.
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It's a travesty, watch 'em turn tracks into tragedies; And live life lavishly, successful with the savagery. And avidly, punctuate the premise with lead, The A.R. House stands strong; the dragon has three heads.
Instead of spitting lies, I use my Imp-like mind; And never back down, I am the mountain that rhymes. I see the doubt in your eyes, and feel the weakness in your person; You countin' the lines until I finish it for certain.
Hurtin', 'cause you just don't know who to trust; On this changing battlefield, it's not you and I, it's us. Discuss, the fact that we've just taken you higher, This one here is a true Song of Ice and Fire.
On this microphone, I'm just doin' my thing; Boiling men while alive, hip-hop's Mad King. I do it for the love, I do it for the art; Hip-hop, Dire Wolf, peace out, Omega, Stark.