War Between the Roses

[Intro] (Hyped, aggressive)
Yo, yo! England at war, two houses in flames,
Red rose, white rose, playin’ political games!
Swords swing, kings fall, blood stains the throne,
Let me take you back—watch the war unfold!
[Verse 1] (Fast, alliteration-heavy)
Yo, better beware when I’m bringin’ the battle, the blades in the back’ll be burnin’ ya bastion,
Plantagenets panic, the palace is plundered, the power been passin’ through perilous passion!
Lancaster, York, they be locked in collision, the kingdom divided, it’s killin’ the vision,
Monarchs manipulated, maneuvers malicious, men movin’ militant, murder’s tradition!
Flick of the wrist—off with his head!
Another young prince that they put to the bed!
Duke with a plot? Man, he plottin’ instead,
Now the Tower of London is drippin’ in red!
HENRY THE SIXTH? Bro too timid, too weak,
Mind gone, slippin', leavin’ the throne in the street!
Margaret schemin’, she leadin’ the fleet,
Tryna hold down the crown but the ground underneath gettin’ deep!
Warwick the Kingmaker, playin’ like chess,
Turn on the fam, put his liege to the test!
Flippin’ his loyalty, flip it again,
Now the throne that he built is the one where he rest!
[Chorus] (Busta Rhymes energy, rapid-fire flow)
Thorns and crowns, the kingdom drowns,
Blood in the mud when the swords come down!
Ain't no peace when the war drums pound,
Bow to the rose or get put in the ground!
Thorns and crowns, the kingdom drowns,
Blood in the mud when the swords come down!
Game of thrones, and the throne’s on fire,
Only one king finna climb up higher
[Verse 2] (Punchlines, internal rhyme schemes)
Now Edward the Fourth got the game on lock,
Tall dude, war-tested, brain like a fox!
Took London quick, put the king on the block,
But the rebels pop back—watch the bodies get dropped!
Damn, Richard the Third? Yo, tell me who worse,
Dude did his nephews so foul it’s berserk!
Locked ‘em away, now they ghosts in the church,
Tryna hold power but cursed from birth!
Battle of Bosworth—time for the twist!
Here come Henry, he swingin’ his fist!
Pulled up with France, got ‘em all in the mix,
Richard got rocked, now he sleep in the ditch!
Now the Tudors takin’ over, bloodline clean,
Married the York girl, keepin’ it mean!
Ended the war, made the nation supreme,
But England still lurkin’ with plots in between!
[Chorus] (Repeat, even faster flow!)
Thorns and crowns, the kingdom drowns,
Blood in the mud when the swords come down!
Ain't no peace when the war drums pound,
Bow to the rose or get put in the ground!
Thorns and crowns, the kingdom drowns,
Blood in the mud when the swords come down!
Game of thrones, and the throne’s on fire,
Only one king finna climb up higher!
[Outro] (Busta-style hype-up ad-libs)
Y’all don’t want war with a War of the Roses!
Battlefields burn while the story composes!
Kings get dropped and the history’s written!
Watch where you step or your blood’ll be drippin’!
Yo, we out! Tudor time, baby!

Aggressive hip hop beat, orchestra, staccato violin, clean male vocals, 130 bpm, deep bass