King Arthur (The King) Rustage (Ft. Ben Schuller)

[Intro: Ben Schuller]
You shouldn't come at the King

[Verse 1: Rustage]
Hah, yeah, lord on my throne
Man wanna talk, but get caught in the throat
You can not walk in the court that I roam
Kingdom drawn from the sword in the stone
Cast them in red like a York to a Rose
Pardon my French, that's the conqueror's notes
Hard to the death 'cause I'm forged in the throes
So they part with their heads like they Mordred & Co
They gon' look at my texts, what I said gon' happen
Got the crown on my head, this what men call "fashion"
'Cause I angled the East and the Western Saxons
Better call Saint George 'cause my pen so dragon
My knights sending rounds when they get to action
My blade stay long - how I Edward shank 'em
Can't deal with the King, paint 'em Red like Baron
Like a prince in the tower 'cause the death ain't random
And I'm known for my threads, but still repping a coat of mail
Got the blows on the Beaufort Scale
Every man on the throne is gon' know the tale
And I sip from my cup like the Holy Grail
They be slow and frail, but no vagabond
Crumble and chose to fail like they Babylon
Now I'm the token male, repping the cloak and veil
'Cause every bloke gon' hail to the Gates of Avalon