Lyrics:
Temps era temps hi havia
en un poblet medieval
un baró de mala jeia
que a tothom volia mal.
Amb carrossa d'or i plata
passejava tot superb
pel seu
(Many lines)
Stand by the tree though
Nice with keys though
Your body's beast mode,
Way back medieval,
They whip around the block yeah
Just so they could
Num carro elétrico alemão
Eu corro a mil por hora
Numa explosão estrelar eu sou o brilho eterno
Num calabouço medieval eu planejo a minha fuga
E
to a check
Me and niggas ain't the same, im not the one you can check
I'm medieval get 'em stoned, notre dame, where he at?
Wanna meet up, it's a bet
Get
The melody may have its roots in Medieval German folk music. It first appeared in a Haggadah printed in Prague in 1590, which makes it the most recent
in the pot, yeah (come on)
Brodie talking crazy, just like F.N, he get chopped, yeah (come on)
We back in medieval times, hit his ass with rocks, yeah
Diabólicos
(eles são diabólicos)
Só queria entender, perguntar não faz mal
Como ainda engolem essa balela medieval
Quantas cabeças levaram
em mais de mil
caminhos....
Quando nem se espera chega o dia em que afinal
se vê o portão de um formidável edifício medieval,
e a viajante corre em busca da princesa
S’acaba el món medieval,
ara tots som molt moderns,
per això dos reis casats
fan separació de béns.
Catalunya i Aragó
encara són sobirans,
però amb
the root of evil funny money hard to find
Evil is the root of people and the root of human mind
We be killing every day like it was still medieval time
We
too much about her
We slept in Valmajor I'd never seen this place before
Like a medieval door it leads you through to ancient folklore
I may not return
evil, on God
Oh yeah, this shit medieval, on God
Oh Yeah
I'm feelin' evil, on God
I'm in olive Garden
Fuck' around lookin' for a new op, yeah
Come my
médiéval
C'est le premier qu'inhale ce qu'il t'a choppé
Tu taches ton nez à la C et le Hash t'y connais
Peu de temps avant que tu commences à michetonner
Digital Execution
Digital Execution
They set up each other
To take a fall
They think it's progressive
But it's just medieval
They bicker they cackle
conclusion illustrious illusion
Sin and self int'rest
All our dreaming was just practice
(Obscure medieval physician)
To make sense out of the static
(Able
We Worship fire and speed
Skull crushing catapult
Whip lashing bath salt
Medieval
Motor Steeple
We pledge allegiance to
Octane incense
Ground based
keeping my guard up I feel medieval
Bullet hell hell
Bullet hell hell
Bullet hell hell
Bullet hell hell hell
flow, need no do, happiness is my medicine
I'm medieval
I'm not Eminem
Ever them, ever when?
Need no friend
I'm happy in solitude
Hola you
Hola dude
I
to kingdom come
Darkness your best friend
Daylight your foe
No one too can trust
Just so ya know
Paranoid delusion
Schizophrenic thoughts
Medieval scheming
burn!
À la duel de cowboy dans un Western
Légion, j'suis le général
Chevalier, revenant du temps médiéval
Mais ma force est ancestrale
Et ma rage elle
a good man he became so sinful
A bad man just gave a vitamin of evil
Good guy turned medieval
I was lusting devils in tight dresses
Lost myself but did
can still be lethal
Rather be in the penal than laying down in the fetal
A lot of souls flying high like some seagulls
Shit gon' get medieval if we have
fuckin' brothers, I was feelin' you
And then I lost my fuckin' brother, now I'm in solitude
In those medieval times, bitch, I'm sippin' brew
No more lean
There's a gypsy fortune teller with questions on her mind
The smoke ring answer fades away in time.
Mona, Mona Jean, just a peasant girl or medieval Queen
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