Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Is the Battlefront Rap (Rap About Battlefront) , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 16.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Is the Battlefront Rap (Rap About Battlefront) |
| A long time ago in a galaxy far away |
| A battle between son and father raged |
| The Dad represented an empire of hate |
| While the Son’s side brought Light |
| To erase the Dark away |
| What? |
| Feel the beat drop, like a rock |
| That an Ewok dropped from a treetop |
| You be lost like Luke on his Tauntaun |
| Man, he should have probably took a TomTom |
| It’s getting Hoth in here |
| So, put on all your clothes |
| Before you’re froze |
| Cold as ice like my hardboiled prose |
| Hip-hop's C-3PO, fluent in six million flows |
| Oh-no, I’m a rap Han Solo |
| Backpack Jedi Master YOLO |
| No fool, old school like Yoda |
| Fly in a Vauxhall Supernova |
| Souped up chunk of metal, son |
| Revving and ready for the Kessel Run |
| Hey, matey! |
| Your AT-AT's slower than AT&T |
| I could have ate tea at the age of eighty |
| And still evade Vader’s late fleet |
| When I aim, I can read your mind |
| Make your Speeder Bike and a tree colide |
| Ow, there’s a leak in your trousers |
| I’ve got a bad feeling about this |
| May the Force be with you |
| May the Dark Lord forgive you |
| Anakin Skywalker, beat slamming |
| Like a car door, sir! |
| You’re comic, I’m a Dark Horse |
| This is Star Wars |
| May the Force be with you |
| May the Dark Lord forgive you |
| Anakin Skywalker, beat slamming |
| Like a car door, sir! |
| You’re comic, I’m a Dark Horse |
| This is Star Wars |
| Between me and you, there’s business |
| Bigger than Lucas and Disney’s |
| Like Luke, I was born to do this |
| I’ve used the Force and torn through the Stormtroopers |
| All you noobs are sore losers |
| You scruffy looking nerf herders |
| Motherfuckers deserve murder |
| I smash my rivals, snatch the title |
| Look at my blaster rifle, splat your eyeball |
| Peep through the binoculars, see the future of Oculus |
| I’m the Boba Fett of the net |
| But I’ve not got any offers yet |
| I’m not respected enough |
| 'Cause I go over your head like a Hover Jet |
| I got it in the pocket, you’re a rookie |
| I rip your arm out the socket like a Wookie |
| Look here, I’m a new rapper |
| Half-computer, half-Chewbacca |
| You’re not that bad but you lack heart |
| Mon Calamari, tell them Admiral Ackbar |
| Set traps so, you better get back |
| When I’m strapped with a jetpack, necks snap |
| So, get from the back to the front |
| Pick a faction and fuck shit up, Battlefront |
| So, get from the back to the front |
| Pick a faction and fuck shit up, Battlefront |
| May the Force be with you |
| May the Dark Lord forgive you |
| Anakin Skywalker, beat slamming |
| Like a car door, sir! |
| You’re comic, I’m a Dark Horse |
| This is Star Wars |
| May the Force be with you |
| May the Dark Lord forgive you |
| Anakin Skywalker, beat slamming |
| Like a car door, sir! |
| You’re comic, I’m a Dark Horse |
| This is Star Wars |