| Dear father, I’m sorry you’re not proud
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| Sparta’s hard enough for a dropout
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| You should’ve watched me fall down
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| Hit the ground runnin' - it’s a marathon now
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| From marble, my heart’s been carved out
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| Chiseled the doubt off, vision is sharp now
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| Don’t bother the bull if you’re not into horns
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| You’re bringin' my inner Minotaur out
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| Knocked down and got frowned upon
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| Lost count of how far I’ve come
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| I tower on mount Olympus now
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| Gods will bow — Thunderclouds, begone
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| Fuck destiny, it never meant shit
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| Whats family? |
| I’ve been neglected
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| Tossed off a cliff. |
| left for dead
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| This rejected kid just got resurrected
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| If I wrote a poem it would be epic
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| Take notes, homer — I’m a legend
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| Because I descended from Leonidas
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| And my touch is twice as deadly as Midas'
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| One thing you’re never gonna see
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| An army of 300 stopping me
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| Forget Ephors and Oracle prophecies
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| You’re not in charge of me — Democracy
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| So far I don’t got a creed
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| But stopping corruption is my philosophy
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| Geometry — I’ve got degrees
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| Smart — since when can a spartan read?
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| Yo Herodotus, come along with me
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| You don’t wanna miss another odyssey
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| I’m an apologist for mythology
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| An Artemis reincarnate with archery
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| Poseidon retired, I got his seas
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| Hercules is a cheap knockoff of me
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| Cuz I’m capable of double the colossal feats
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| But I don’t want a gold medal, let me don a wreath
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| You’re not gonna get a branch from an olive tree
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| If you wanna start a public argument
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| I’ll give you some of Socrates' hemlock to sip
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| Or Sparta kick you off this acropolis
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| I keep an eye locked on my target I’ve got Cycloptic focus
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| So I won’t be spotted with the local drunken, lotus-eating homeless
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| I’ll be the strongest of any legend to ever become historic
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| I am a warrior — doesn’t mean I’m gonna be heroic
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| Broken down shamed and betrayed
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| Came back a blade with no name
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| I feel like changing the game
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| Your banal battle-cries are in vain
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| Fight not for glory and fame
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| Vengeance cannot be contained
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| You’ll learn too late, I became
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| Much more than just a blade with no name
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| I’m like a colossus with no possible obstacle on earth to stop it
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| Have you heard how my grandpa turned Xerxes armies into Persian carpets
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| This is his weapon that I wield, earned it — then learned to flaunt it
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| I hope you all brought a shield — so I can return you on it
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| Threaten me and I’ll respond with
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| An effective phrase, in laconic
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| Then just like an ancient tongue
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| When I’m done with you, you’ll be long forgotten
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| Now you’re in deep, and you cannot swim
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| Blood in the water- shark fin
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| Sight like medusa — locked in
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| Ask my last victim- I rocked him
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| Malaka, hand over the artifacts
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| They’re family heirlooms, I want 'em back
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| Apocalypse — I should be stopping that
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| Feel like Atlas, I got the world on my back
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| Forget the grace of gods, I already got a great cause
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| Restoring order doesn’t mean I don’t cause some chaos
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| With every combatant, I’ve battled as soon as both our blades cross
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| They get the labyrinth-look on em like they now that they lost
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| Predictable story, typical moral
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| Just like when Icarus learned he was mortal
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| When I ask «You ready for war»
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| If you didn’t know, it’s rhetorical
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| Who sees through the eyes of an eagle?
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| Who speaks for the silent and feeble?
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| Who leaps from the height of a steeple?
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| You sleep while she fights for the people
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| Like the song of a siren, she’s lethal
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| Precise to the eye of a needle
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| Titanic, unrivaled, unequaled
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| Her creed is to die in a free world
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| Broken down, shamed and betrayed
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| Came back a blade with no name
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| I feel like changing the game
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| Your banal battle-cries are in vain
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| Fight not for glory and fame
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| Vengeance cannot be contained
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| You’ll learn too late, I became
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| Much more than just a blade with no name |