(To the tune of the Game of Thrones theme — rapid-fire, three‑way tag‑team, scratches and ad‑libs.) [Ad‑Rock] WINter is COMING! (Word up!) Night gathers on the Wall — yeah, the pack is drumming! I’m the sword in the darkness, the mic in the frost Watcher on the battlements, no line is lost Valyrian steel on my tongue when I’m stunning I am the fire that burns — ya’ll running! [MCA] Ice in my chalice, I’m a Stark to the core You can bend the knee or get Hodor’d at the door Beyond the wall, dead men creepin’ like snow I’m flippin’ White Walkers with a dragonglass flow One giant on the bass — Wun Wun stomp on your gate Lannister debts? I pay ’em back in Rains — check the fate [Mike D] KICK IT! Ravens on the wire, I’m a rhyme cawer Littlefinger on the ladder and I’m rung number four Three‑Eyed Raven with a weirwood vision More gold than the Rock — Casterly has no division! Iron Bank on the phone? I collect my own dues You don’t pay what you owe? I take heads, not shoes (Word.) [Chorus — All, layered shouts] WINter is COMing, the pack is surviving! Direwolf howl, yo the North is arriving! WINter is COMing, the dead start drumming Rap game of thrones – ya’ll know we ain’t running! (Tell ’em!) [Ad‑Rock] Dracarys on the track — I’m breathing dragon fire Mother of mad bars, funeral‑pyre supplier Breaker of Chains, I unshackle the beat From the pits of Meereen to the King’s Landing street Cersei did the walk, but I ring the shame bell Faceless in the shadows — Valar morghulis, farewell [MCA] Hold up — wait a minute — put some weirwood in it! Poppa’s got a fresh batch of wildfire to spit Cersei lit the fuse, I’m the R’hllor of the rhythm Lightbringer gleaming — darkness? I forbid ’em Azor Ahai on the decks, born amidst salt and smoke All men must serve this beat — no joke [Mike D] Greyjoy fleet in the mosh pit — reavin’ all the rhymes I’m a kraken on the beat, sinkin’ your timelines Bronn on the ad‑libs, sellsword screaming loud “Give me a castle and a mic — and I’m proud!” (Yo, Bronn!) Pay the Iron price? Nah, I’ll take it in advance What is dead may never die — give the Dead man a dance [Chorus — All] WINter is COMing, the pack is surviving! Direwolf howl, yo the North is arriving! WINter is COMing, the dead start drumming Rap game of thrones – ya’ll know we ain’t running! [Bridge — Ad‑Rock over scratches] Scratchin’ like Arya, a Needle in the dark Faceless Man flow — I can rock any park From the Trident’s bank to the Dragongstone throne Jon Snow resurrect, White Wolf on the throne Bastard to King, no cap in that fight The lone wolf dies — but the pack recites the mic [MCA] Night’s King stepping? I’m the Horn of Winter, blast it Rap army of the dead? I’m the first to outlast it Oathkeeper in my right hand, Widow’s Wail in the left I split verses like Ned split heads — heft Valyrian syllables, scrolls from the Citadel Samwell on the books — your bars are just a kiddie tale [Mike D] Fire & Blood on my breath when I roar Drogon size speakers make the whole floor soar Lyanna in the tower, secret on the page My flow’s “A Song of Ice & Fire” — centre stage Every line a weirwood net, past and future collapse Rhyme scheme tighter than a Tyrell’s rose‑lapel wraps [Outro — All, overlapping, frantic] (WINter is COMing!) — Ice and fire clash! Direwolf, dragon, the Long Night dash! (WINter is COMing!) — The Wall falls flat Mother of Beasties with a crown and a gat Starks in the front, Targaryen at the back The North Remembers — no cap, just fact (WINter is COMing!) — Mic drop, Valyrian steel blade KING IN THE NORF — what a song we made! Peace out. Seven blessings. We out.
