The Lords of the Rhymes (Sauron's Flying V Mix)

[Bridge x2]
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes, my rhymes
[Verse 1]
My rhymes are hotter than the cracks of doom
The orcs got bass, but we got boom
Me and Dil be rockin' rooms
From the Misty Mountains to the Gulf of Lhun
I got the fuckin' beats that'll turn you out
I got the fuckin' beats that'll turn you out
I got the fuckin' beats, I got the fuckin' beats
Got the fuckin', got the fuckin', got the fuckin beats
[Chorus]
I’m Quickbeam with the masterplan
And I’m Bombadil with the mic in my hand
And we’re Lords of the Rhymes from a far off land
And we’ll Rock this joint with our hobbit band
Yo Beam, Yo Dil, It’s time to get ill
We light up the mic like a Silmaril
Frodo’s on the lam with Pippin and Sam
But you can call him “Underhill.”
[Bridge]
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes, my rhymes
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes are hotter
My rhymes, my rhymes
My rhymes are hotter than the cracks of doom
Callin me a sucker boy you're pushin a broom
[Verse 2]
Well my name is Gimli, I’m a fucking dwarf!
I been slaying motherfuckers from the south to the north
That ain’t Mirkwood I’m choppin with my battleaxe
I’m on an orc stampede like Shadowfax
Now all you Boffins and Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfeet
I’m the skinny hobbit with all the fat beats
My name is Merry and I’m five feet tall
I used to fuck shit up at Brandybuck hall
My man Bilbo’s older than Gerontius Took
Yeah you can read about it in the big Red Book
Quickbeam on the scene, all the elf girls scream
Like a tree, that’s me, I Like to keep it green
It’s the chronic pipeweed that I’m smoking
And when I get high I spin tales like Tolkien
Well I’m a hobbit warrior short and stout
I got the fuckin beats that'll turn you out
I’ll light you up like Longbottom leaf
'cause the orcs smoke the schwag, but we got the kief
This is the beat ya'll
...of the year
[Chorus]
I’m Quickbeam with the masterplan
And I’m Bombadil with the mic in my hand
And we’re Lords of the Rhymes from a far off land
And we’ll Rock this joint with our hobbit band
[Verse 3]
I named the nameless hills and dells
And I drank from yet untasted wells
Goin’ mad off the hook just like a Numenorean
And I got more rhymes than there are leaves in Lothlorien
I’m Bombadil and I’ll gladly sing
I got the song for everything
I got the number for Old Man Willow
Bright blue my jacket is and my boots are yellow
[Outro 3x]
Elf booty got soul!
Elf girls like to rock’n’roll!
Elf booty got soul!
Elf girls like to rock’n’roll!
Peace ya'll
Peace between dwarves and elves