King Arthur (The King)

作曲：Daniel Rustage

作词：Daniel Rustage

You shouldn't come at the King

Hah, yeah, lord on my throne

Man wanna talk, but get caught in the throat

You can not walk in the court that I roam

Kingdom drawn from the sword in the stone

Cast them in red like a York to a Rose

Pardon my French, that's the conqueror's notes

Hard to the death 'cause I'm forged in the throes

So they part with their heads like they Mordred & Co

They gon' look at my texts, what I said gon' happen

Got the crown on my head, this what men call "fashion"

'Cause I angled the East and the Western Saxons

Better call St

George cause my pen so dragon

My knights sending rounds when they get to action

My blade stay long - how I Edward shank'em

Can't deal with the King, paint 'em Red like Baron

Like a prince in the tower cause the death ain't random

And I'm known for my threats, but still repping a coat of mail

Got the blows on the Beaufort Scale

Every man on the throne is gon' know the tale

And I sip from my cup like the Holy Grail

They be slow and frail, but no vagabond

Crumble and chose to fail like they Babylon

Now I'm the token male, repping the cloak and veil

'Cause every bloke gon' hail to the Gates of Avalon

You might wanna try to be grateful

When days turn into knights

What do you bring to the table?

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, I'm the one they all wish they were

You come at the King

Wanna test this court, but I know that you won't, hold serve

And the people all say

Nobody's do it better, you know that you could never be the same

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, 'cause they won't forget my name

You shouldn't come at the King

They can't get a word, way that I pound like a sterlin

Lance-a-lot, but they stop when they servin'

Man stay hot when I drop like I'm Merlin

I got an arc for the burnin

Blades in the lake where the lady be lurking

Paving my way through the traitors and vermin

Say what I say 'cause I make what I'm earning

Excalibur, I keep it drawn like a curtain

Leave 'em like Becket, but not Henry

Harold, I'm keeping my bows steady

Green on my head like a British Penny

They be acting like Æthelred, unready

I ain't signing Magna Carta or anything sharing my power with Gentry

'Cause I can treat 'em like Cromwell

I cut 'em to bits and pieces even after they're buried

Rod of iron

Act out my life like it's Monty Python

Conquer through France to the Scottish Highlands

'Cause I'm rich in my blood, ain't forgot the Lion

Served by the knights, yours are noncomplaint

"Loud is the weak, but the strong is silent"

I'm not a god or a tyrant

I'm just a man with a hat that I won in the violence

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, I'm the one they all wish they were

You come at the King

Wanna test this court, but I know that you won't, hold serve

And the people all say

Nobody's do it better, you know that you could never be the same

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, 'cause they won't forget my name

You shouldn't come at the King

I am not a man, I'm more a symbol

More a story for my people told through poetry and minstrels

The web of times, a thread of lives, all caught up in the spindle

But the virtues we embrace ensures our lights will never dwindle

'Cause I stand atop of kingdom built on blood and bones and fallen foes

From kings and dukes, and peasant youth, we pledge our lives and swore an oath

A heavy hand must press the wounds and hold it close to call us home

Until our words all wash away, until we let the water flow

You might wanna try to be grateful

When days turn into knights

What do you bring to the table?

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, I'm the one they all wish they were

You come at the King

Wanna test this court, but I know that you won't, hold serve

And the people all say

Nobody's do it better, you know that you could never be the same

You come at the King

Oh, you best not miss, 'cause they won't forget my name

You shouldn't come at the King

You shouldn't come at the King