ai wrote a rap about sir William wallace
(Verse 1) Yeah, check the mic, one two, hear the flow, From the 901 to the Scottish snow. It's Sir Wallace, the rebel with the blade, Edward Longshanks, 'bout to get paid. Not with gold, nah, with the life that he stole, Took my wife, now I'm out for his soul. Creepin' through the mist, that Southern playalistic, Got the blue paint on, lookin' realistic. We be hangin' wit' the crew, them Scots they call 'em 'buck', English soldiers on the track, they outta luck. Stirling Bridge the spot, yeah you know the deal, Bout to make these redcoats know the steel for real. (Chorus) Gotta get that freedom, hear the Highlander cry, Swords in the air, let the oppressor die. From the Lowlands deep to the Memphis street, Wallace on the mic, yeah, feel that beat. "Freedooooom!" what the real G's shout, This the history lesson, now you know what we about. (Verse 2) They talkin' 'bout a treaty, talkin' 'bout some peace, But the occupation steady, it will never cease. Got my claymore clean, sharp just like my mind, Leavin' all those English bodies layin' behind. Got the bagpipes goin', soundin' kinda eerie, We the Scots, man, makin' history, you hear me? From the Clan Wallace, yeah the lineage strong, Fightin' for my people, right where I belong. Battle of Falkirk, yeah, we took a loss, But you can't stop a movement, I'm still the boss. Caught me in the end, London town, the big show, But my legacy cemented, watch the legend grow. (Chorus) Gotta get that freedom, hear the Highlander cry, Swords in the air, let the oppressor die. From the Lowlands deep to the Memphis street, Wallace on the mic, yeah, feel that beat. "Freedooooom!" what the real G's shout, This the history lesson, now you know what we about. (Outro - fading out with echo and heavy bass) Yeah... Big Sir William Wallace... Every man dies, not every man really lives... Memphis... Scotland... One struggle, one fight... Get buck... get free... Alba gu bràth... forever... Peace out. (Beat fades to silence)
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(Verse 1) Yeah, check the mic, one two, hear the flow, From the 901 to the Scottish snow. It's Sir Wallace, the rebel with the blade, Edward Longshanks, 'bout to get paid. Not with gold, nah, with the life that he stole, Took my wife, now I'm out for his soul. Creepin' through the mist, that Southern playalistic, Got the blue paint on, lookin' realistic. We be hangin' wit' the crew, them Scots they call 'em 'buck', English soldiers on the track, they outta luck. Stirling Bridge the spot, yeah you know the deal, Bout to make these redcoats know the steel for real. (Chorus) Gotta get that freedom, hear the Highlander cry, Swords in the air, let the oppressor die. From the Lowlands deep to the Memphis street, Wallace on the mic, yeah, feel that beat. "Freedooooom!" what the real G's shout, This the history lesson, now you know what we about. (Verse 2) They talkin' 'bout a treaty, talkin' 'bout some peace, But the occupation steady, it will never cease. Got my claymore clean, sharp just like my mind, Leavin' all those English bodies layin' behind. Got the bagpipes goin', soundin' kinda eerie, We the Scots, man, makin' history, you hear me? From the Clan Wallace, yeah the lineage strong, Fightin' for my people, right where I belong. Battle of Falkirk, yeah, we took a loss, But you can't stop a movement, I'm still the boss. Caught me in the end, London town, the big show, But my legacy cemented, watch the legend grow. (Chorus) Gotta get that freedom, hear the Highlander cry, Swords in the air, let the oppressor die. From the Lowlands deep to the Memphis street, Wallace on the mic, yeah, feel that beat. "Freedooooom!" what the real G's shout, This the history lesson, now you know what we about. (Outro - fading out with echo and heavy bass) Yeah... Big Sir William Wallace... Every man dies, not every man really lives... Memphis... Scotland... One struggle, one fight... Get buck... get free... Alba gu bràth... forever... Peace out. (Beat fades to silence)
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