Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renaissance, artist - ASM. Album song The Jade Amulet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: HOSO, Third Culture
Song language: English
Renaissance |
Ladies and Squires |
It is my pleasure to introduce he who bears the Amulet, the slayer of Rongon |
As you know him and love him |
Bloody loved them sirens as well, didn’t he? |
The one, the only Shalim! |
He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler |
And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the |
Don dada, combater |
And I never let em off the hook, rather |
Took ‘em out, good looking out |
Carving out a brand new nook |
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream |
All hail crown prince Shalim! |
Scene setter, given the good fortune of the weather |
Our prince now rolls through the realm |
And at the helm it’s a top-notch view |
True |
Scoping out the kingdom with my hawk eye |
Do a little barter of Bangali cloth |
My true love Ashira back at my side |
Pride swelling in his chest |
The specter rests beneath the sheen |
The light of the land Shalim |
He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler |
And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the |
Don dada, combater |
And I never let em off the hook, rather |
Took ‘em out, good looking out |
Carving out a brand new nook |
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream |
All hail crown prince Shalim! |
Cool on the throne and equipped with a team Of |
The finest minds this side of the siren’s island |
And I’ve spent many moons trying to find the right path |
Hermit with a staff, nomadic wanderer left behind |
Within the cave that the oracle chose |
And slowly the prose draws to a close, so it goes |
Stone cold |
Never known to show mercy to foes |
Burdened with thirst and whole lot of anger |
I knew what to do as I picked up the dagger |
All the terror and oppression my people have felt, dealt with |
Shelter the helpless |
All manner of position now safe to speak |
No more shall serfdom plague the weak |
Seeks collectivization of farmland |
And arms hang dejectedly no more |
He’s a clown schooler, crown ruler |
And I ain’t ever been shook, I’m the |
Don dada, combater |
And I never let em off the hook, rather |
Took ‘em out, good looking out |
Carving out a brand new nook |
See I came from a lost tribe, armed with a blade and a dream |
All hail crown prince Shalim! |
Onward on his path and pass the scholastic temple |
Where Sidium’s citizens mental |
And physical abilities are strengthened |
Based on a system of reciprocity |
Each to his need, each according to ability |
Teaching the seed and affording them agility |
Reaching the peek in supporting the fertility |
Keeping the peace, the forging of stability is crucial |
No more the role of the pupil |
Natural leader of men, he feels well in his skin |
Just then, a member of his council approaches him |
And he’s trying to get a word in private |
Although he received an assignment |
Suggests that on matters where opinion’s divided |
Whether it would be too bold to propose a vote |
Should’ve seen it creep through the smoke |
The days now drag like death |
Stench of which is filling up his nostrils |
No apostle he can trust |
The dust-encrusted crown lies heavy |
As the age-old aphorism states |
Plates align tectonic |
No beauty in the sonnets, now stale |
Features frozen up, withered and pale |
And physically frail, branded by the burden |
Shalim the bitter twisted optimistic no more |
And what he’d sworn he would abolish he embodies |
To the west on a distant shore the seed of rongon stands |
Veins bubbling with vengeance for the broken tusk |
Sure as the sunrise melts the night |
Day gives way to the dusk |