Medieval

[Verse 1: Jemini]

Hark who goes there? The child of the light's been born

Sit upon the throne, to get it on

And only when I spit it on, I shit it on

Call me the Duke of Verb, who's cute to girls

But I'm not awaiting, 'cuz Rapunzel's hair needs braiding

Fair maidens kneel when they feel the steel

Hit them with the magic wand the wand is real

And I'm hurling spells that I learned from Merlin

Words made with gold, gimme limestone, silver

Feel the build up on my enemy

I spread across the nation, no taxation, without representation

I'm the son of a king

The son of a bitch, made some of us poor and some of us rich

Cause some of us flow and some of us spit

My first born son will be a son of a prince

I'm a big, bad, bold, black son of a bitch

Crusaders say they're comin' again

We bury us somebody ya close ta, dare ya speak, that ain't with me

So ya'll can come an get me, if you want me

I got gators in the moat

And a fire-breathing dragon behind the wall ready to get medieval

[Hook]

It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)

It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)

Medieval

It's like we're going back to the (Medieval)

[Verse 2: The Pharcyde]

You need to toast Doysa with your best ale

My music is my holy grail

I got my mic from the lady in the lake

The fake, get burned at the stake, until they're well done

When titans clash, something is bound to happen

Force you to run the gauntlet

Suckers get thrown into the dungeon, for frontin'

I'm your knight, what you're wanting in chromed out armour

Defending the honour, of my lady in the tower

My words are power

Fall at the hammer of Thor

Will you trap the microphone and trap door to stage floor

With primitive weaponry lo' nigh;

The foe's force is catapults and a whole lot of crossbows

[Verse 3: The Pharcyde]

Flaming arrows represent us

Last stage of battle, and we rise out the dust

We can figure we can conquer more territory

Enemies get quartered

Catapult the fucking hot oil as ordered

It is my right because you really tattered

Bordered my sacred Ground

Sir Booty Brown knighted with the AKGs

More to remains is what I leave behind me

Run to the mission, claim sanctuary

Grim gray remorse

Brave men are scare-ry, like we going back to the

(Medieval)

[Hook]

[Verse 4: The Pharcyde]

It is I - Lord Friction

I'm on a rhyme crusade

Renaissance man with a tongue like a blade got guillotine chops

Lyrics spread through your crew like black plague and smallpox

Verbal warlock, cast a spell, make your whore hot

Uncomfortable like armour on a sore spot

I'm won't stop 'til I've won Camelot

At the helm of the round table, just a dialog

But I don't live no fable, keep leery of the snakes

Medieval (comin' shit straight medieval)

Your citadel is now under siege

We're torturing them whack MCs who underachieve and who don't believe

Suckers get thrown in to the moat

Cause all they want to do is floss around and gloat

Lower the drawbridge then release the hounds. (hounds)

We're comin' after y'all bitches, this is how we get down. (down)

Usually me and my men are a band of merry minstrels

Right now we're here to protect the crown from you clowns and fire-breathing heathens

And intruders and enemies of the empire

Doysa got the shit to set the world on fire

Lyrical jousting, we comin' in

Battering in with our verbal battering ram

Listen to the way, you don't know who the fuck I am?

Lord BEEP Doysa, a Pharcyde manner at your service

[Hook]