This is Robert Halensi, the bard of the verse, when he shows up, all the baddies looking worse.
So lets check all that shit that he carries in his pack Cause he's brave in a fight and you know when he attacks
That short sword that he uses' he's got quite a knack
but there's other weapons in his arsenal, so he's not afraid
That mandolin on his back could send someone to their grave, but it's normal. word, mostly just to play
He's strumming those chords about every day
but what if he gets hit? can't block well with that gear
you know that leather jerkin and tabard do the job when the baddies get near. but it's soft, yeah
gotta keep flexible, you never know when he gotta dance, be respectable. can't do that shit in plate or mail.
but enough of the gear, let me spit that physique.All in all, you can't say he's weak
he's from Occitan after all, and life there's quite bleak
Blonde hair and clean shaven, he prefers the old way he knows it
all those fuckin cats want him dead and he ain't afraid to show it
his pride, that is. gotta have that or you lose it all
he's pretty quick, but don't expect him to go scaling walls.
But where he can he don't fight with his arm
He knows a lot of ways to do the enemy harm
he's got six strings of culture and words made of lead
last person to insult him went and found himself dead
But enough of this ill verse, there's still more to come
with a rhyme on his lips he makes that magic thrum
Little is known about the way he spits verse
all the ladies talk like he's got some kind'a curse
with a sling of some words, he brings out that magic
can't mess it up, or repeat, or it'll bring somethin tragic
but their ain't no limit to what he can do
so long as his rhymes be legit thru and thru
So lets see how this all came to be, six strings and his questHe grew up in a small town in Occitan, the village of Elkrest
his dad was a solider, his mom stuck in bedrest
cause she got the flu, and she sent him away
ain't gunna give him that shit, he'll live another day
so Robert grew on the roads, spitting his rhymes
Kazuth hounding him as they have for all times
at first he would wander, doing free verse
but he met a man who altered his course
he gave him his mandolin, and looked him in the eye
"You got all the lyrics but now make it fly"
so he learned to play, and learned how to run
met a few friends, who he's call his sons
they all formed a group, "G-UNIT" for short
but one night of drinking would get them all hurt
fell asleep on the watch, and taken at night
Kazuth in the woods, blade shining bright in the fire.
It put him in a bad way, shit he doesn't even talk about that to this day.
so he wandered along, and this where he stand
workin lyrics to live as much as an honest man can.
Surna. Wisdom.