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I never fucking use LJ any more I know
But theredshadow and her friends gave me an idea and I had to post it somewhere, dude.
(THE SLASHES ARE TEXT I WAS TOO TIRED TO FIX, INPUT IS WELCOME.)
The Fresh Prince of Masyaf (better known as The Eagle, Altair)
sung to the tune of "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Now this is a story, all about how my life got flipped - turned upside down,
And i'd like to take a minute,
just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the badass known as Altair.
In Masyaf, Syria,
born an' raised,
on the trainin' ground is where i spent mosta my days,
Killin', climbin'', swaggerin' all cool,
An' all slicin' some dudes outside of the school,
When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and my master got scared,
He said 'You're killin' nine dudes for your life, Altair!'
I begged and pleaded with him kill after kill, but
He would always just send me on my way
I gave Malik feathers and then he sent me packin'
I saddled up my horse and said 'I´d might as well kickin'
Holy Land, 'Yo, this is bad' I'm shittin' swords an' knives all out of my ass
'Is this all the better them bitch Templars can fight?'
/'Hmm... this might be alright!'
/The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all
/I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat
/'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there'
I hope they´re prepared for the Eagle, Altair!
/Well I, I get back and when look out
/there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out
'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here'
/I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared
/I whistled for a cab and when i came near,
/The license plate said 'Fresh',
/And had dice in the mirror,
/If anything i could say that this cab was rare,
/But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'
/I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
/I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
/I looked at my kingdom,
/I was finally there!
/To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
/sup in the hood?
I am going to hell for this
But theredshadow and her friends gave me an idea and I had to post it somewhere, dude.
(THE SLASHES ARE TEXT I WAS TOO TIRED TO FIX, INPUT IS WELCOME.)
The Fresh Prince of Masyaf (better known as The Eagle, Altair)
sung to the tune of "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Now this is a story, all about how my life got flipped - turned upside down,
And i'd like to take a minute,
just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the badass known as Altair.
In Masyaf, Syria,
born an' raised,
on the trainin' ground is where i spent mosta my days,
Killin', climbin'', swaggerin' all cool,
An' all slicin' some dudes outside of the school,
When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and my master got scared,
He said 'You're killin' nine dudes for your life, Altair!'
I begged and pleaded with him kill after kill, but
He would always just send me on my way
I gave Malik feathers and then he sent me packin'
I saddled up my horse and said 'I´d might as well kickin'
Holy Land, 'Yo, this is bad' I'm shittin' swords an' knives all out of my ass
'Is this all the better them bitch Templars can fight?'
/'Hmm... this might be alright!'
/The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all
/I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat
/'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there'
I hope they´re prepared for the Eagle, Altair!
/Well I, I get back and when look out
/there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out
'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here'
/I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared
/I whistled for a cab and when i came near,
/The license plate said 'Fresh',
/And had dice in the mirror,
/If anything i could say that this cab was rare,
/But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'
/I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
/I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
/I looked at my kingdom,
/I was finally there!
/To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
/sup in the hood?
I am going to hell for this