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A Feast for Flows (A Game of Clones: Rap Two)

What is dead may never die

But rises,

Harder and stronger

Like my flows last longer

Than those other MCs, other entities–

Like Renly, they made too many enemies

I’m like the crow that has triple eyesight

I tell my competition to fly

They’re not flying right

And like a king eating pie

They’re not dying right

Choking on a chain like Shae

And then a lion dies

They come to fight like

The Titan’s Bastard

I let ’em get their cuts in and then

I simply slash ’em

They kinda creep me out

Like they were Craster

And Gilly wants to leave with Sam

Because she asked him

But I feel like the Old Bear

I don’t care

“Corn?  Corn?”

There’s some corn right over there

So what’s your problem, Lord Snow?

You sold flows

But you can’t guard the king

The White Book is closed

Personally, I suggest

You stick to prose

Because otherwise the table is set

A feast for crows

Since I read the books

I could give a preview

Of all the people

That are soon to leave you

But I would say

The worst already happened

Littlefinger’s plan of

Murder and kidnapping

And Stannis left the table

With a map in it

And at the King’s Tower

Jon Snow is napping

And you often discuss

How good your games are

But talent alone ain’t enough–

Just ask Rhaegar

‘Cause you can look good

When you’re fighting

But my mike is the hammer

That’ll smash you on the Trident

And if you think that rhyme is good

Then don’t write it.  Why not?

Because I’ve seen it in the flames, son

Confess your crime at Baelor,

Be the shamed one

Then I’ll let you take the black

Go with Yoren

And you ain’t coming back

‘Cause your raps are simply boring

Winds are shifting now

And so are the seasons

And the victor, it seems

Can decide what is treason

Don’t use the shield

Of a piece of paper

That’s a quick way to end up killed

And called a traitor

And don’t trust a sellsword

To fight for you

Gold dragons sometimes

Soft enough to bite through

And it’s rare to find men

Who will die for you

Even some of them are like Jorah

And they’ll lie to you

If I was king, I’d have

Irri make me pancakes

I think I’d have my

Future queen be named Missandei

I would make sure Drogo

Had a Band-Aid

And even let Renly and Loras

Have a man date

Or is that mandate?

Well, what makes a man great?

It’s certainly not all about

Who a man dates

Hey, y’all can fake like

You went out praying

But we know what kind of

Games you’ve been playing

I’m just sayin’

So in life

There’s always a Red Viper

Good in a fight

But can’t do what’s required

‘Cause the Mountains in these lands

Have a long reach

They can grab your head with their hands

And smash it like a peach

And then it’s all up to you

And your crossbow

To dine upon these unborn puppies

In a soft bowl

And all men must serve, they say

Valar dohaeris

The god of death

Is not playing

And how come when they

Talk to Sansa

They ask questions that

They know she can’t answer?

In war, you can

Lose to a beginner

Should ten thousand men have to die

Or ten at dinner?

So there’s not a lot of room

For honor

And never enough room for Sam

He’s a scholar

And the Seven Kingdoms

Don’t have a Kindle

Their books are big enough

To fill a dozen temples

“How many?  How many?

How many?  How many?”

That’s what Arya says

As she stabs at an enemy

And if you think

You’ll start a new war

I’ll drag you to the brink

And toss you out the Moon Door

And I could write

A verse or two more

But I think the words

That suit my raps are

Hear me roar!

I’m chillin’ in the house on a couch

Like a Manderly

And you’d resort to killing because

You can’t handle me

You see, my rhymes

Will smash you on the Blackwater

Yours are going up in green flames

They’re back-ordered

Because you sold out

And now you’re scared to go out

What happens when Riverrun falls?

It’s called “no trout”

So I suggest that you lower your sigils

Before you end up as fuel at R’hllor’s vigils

A Game of Clones (A Rap)

Rappers with a fashion sense
Like they were back in Ghis
Enslaved the game
Make me want to say “Dracarys”
The albums stay cloned
Alone in plastic packages
They all got explicit warnings
Front and back of this
Charge in like ranks of Unsullied
They flop with weak lyrics
And sicken me like a Tully
People at the stores are
Wonderin’ what’s happened here
Their reign cut short
When they hear The Rains of Castamere
And if I slay the Mad King
They all mad at me
The Hand of the King sees
Storm clouds are gathering
With no elections
And five kings in dead heat
While them crows all steady feasting
On some dead meat
I’m like Dondarrion
I bring the lightning
Red flames ignite my mike
Before the fight scene
The night is dark, man
It’s full of terrors
They write raps in chalk
‘Cause they’re riddled with errors
I’ll swear an oath
Not to hold a title
The sword that guards the realms of rap
Against its rivals

But these are days that
The Wall is weeping
And a chill from the north
Awakens them from sleeping
Mother have mercy and
Crone grant me wisdom
So I don’t meet the Stranger
And become a victim
Of a system,
That’s rife with corruption
Drank some moon tea
To prevent reproduction
And at Chataya’s
They must sell it by the canister
If you’re a liar
It’s another name for Lannister
And all the gold in Casterly Rock
Couldn’t make your raps sound hot
Because they’re not
You claim victims like a White Walker
I see ’em with the buds in their ears
As they are street talkin’
But all their words are wind
Once you’ve caught them
In a Whispering Wood
Going quiet when I stop ’em
I got links on my chain
Like a maester
Betrothed to the game most fair
Because I like her
I’ll stick it to you
With my dragonglass
‘Cause I’m not here
To grab up the cash

It’s like you’re baseborn
When you turn your bass on
It kills like a Faceless Man
So put your face on
As you whisper
That you’re so very sorry
Like a direwolf
Tracking its quarry
You don’t mean it
And we’ve seen it
We know what you flow for
And when it comes forth, man
It sounds like Hodor
You Rattleshirt
Afterwards when the battle hurts
You’re like Brienne
Fightin’ bears in a battle skirt
And ain’t no one-armed man
About to save you
Valar morghulis
Is the last thing they say to you
And fear does cut
Deeper than swords
Like your rhymes
Hurt the people you bored
I hear ’em snorin’
And don’t think you’re safe
Because of hard bread
Hospitality is wasted
On you hard heads
You look up all of a sudden
And your guard’s dead
And you’re locked up in a cage
Until you starvin’
I’m like Arya in practice
Making progress
I’ll throw your blade in a lake
Because I’m dauntless
But I think that’s from
A different series
Horn of Joramun
I blow till you hear me
And then you fear me

Life is all about
Hounds and Mountains
Are there good rappers still out there?
Sincerely doubt it
But I don’t want to sit the Iron Throne
Have people buying my ringtones
Inside their phones
Ultimately it’s a game of clones
If you win, then you lie
And you sell your soul
Participating in a clash of kings
Could be a nice way
To get some cash and rings
But it’s shortlived, in a storm of swords
At a certain point
You wonder what you rappin’ for
And when it’s all over
It’s a feast for crows
Everybody picking at your remains
With their flows
But if you really want a dance with dragons
Then step up to the mike
And let them slackers have it
But for now,
It’s the winds of winter
I can unhorse khalasars
Like they’re beginners
‘Cause they can’t traverse
A poison sea
With a single verse
They throw at me
My rhyme’s complete