Kaminski - Barbarian Freestyle Sessions Pt. iv lyrics

[ verse 1] They call me the historian Good looking like Dorian I travel through time Faster than Delorean Got knowledge to spare And I'll break you off a piece You read it here first mate I'm the justice of the peace Heard a lot of barbarians Spitting on bars Their achievements Their aggrievements Going a little bit too far First hand testament Never can be trusted My knowledge gets me so high I'll leave you fellows dusted Look: I got my books Mad def rhymes and hooks Stinking Goths and Huns In their boots they shook From Gibbon to Herodotus Historia: Dominus Illiterati step to me Kick them off the campus Humble servant of history Some think I'm bigheaded But even Attila don't know Where this knowledge is headed Truth be known I write big trains of thought You fellas be like mucky pups Fighting over what can be sold and bought [bridge] Look at my knowledge You don't get this from horses You get this from college Privately educated All of you barbarian haters Send you to your graves Yes, part 2 [ verse 2] Try to paint me black I can prove you were nazis Invading campaigning Robbing raping rearranging You tried to extinguish The light of Rome Horsemen ought to go home As for me I'm in my pleasure dome Let's look at Alaric: For one he stank of blood and garlic Frustrated ambition Child of a harlot Tried to take Rome But all he did was sack it Defect personality Headed an extortion racket I could talk about Attila But Is it worth my time? This swarthy Hun lacked The motherf**ing enzyme Arteries clogged by wine He couldn't digest His empire fell apart Probably incest Theodoric Oh my days What a prick How many ways Can a pretender to the throne Make a muddle End up in a puddle I'm not having a bubble It's the bare truth That's the trouble Barbarians get their just deserts I like Justinian Not Hunnic yurts