Explicit
A bagpipes-and-808s fan-fic rap battle between Bruce Mouat and Rachel Homan — what their rivalry might sound like if curling culture weren't so polite. Scotland claims the bloodline, Canada claims the trophies, and somewhere around the bridge they figure out they're both carved from the same granite cliff.
Lyrics
Now listen up lassie I'll school you proper
From the lochs of Scotland the true rock dropper
Sixteen-hundreds we carved the first stone
While your country was just wilderness unknown
You think your fancy technique makes you king
I got centuries of wisdom in my swing
Every curl you throw, every line you read
Was written in Scottish blood, it's ice we bleed
Ha. Sit down there highland boy and check the score
Yeah you got a few but we got more
Your ancient stones all superstition and belief
We stamped those stones with our maple leaf
Sure you started it but we pefected the art
While you're stuck in tradition we've perfected every part
Medals and banners from the rafters to the floor
Your birthright means shite we own this war
Ice born, throne claimed
Who's the real hero
Stone cold ordained
You're livin' in my shadow
We are the chosen
Born from frozen
Ice born throne
You flash your medals like they mean everything
Up on my shoulders to collect that bling
Every sheet you play on is an evolution
Every stone you throw is nothing but pollution
You may dominate now with your perfect slides
But when the ice melts only bloodline survives
I am the original, the true authentic
You just be apein' us across the Atlantic
Your bloodline's weak if it can't win today
We took your foundation and we built it our way
Innovation beats your stagnant pride
While you're living backward we're the rising tide
Fuck your ancient claims and dusty crowns
In the modern arenas we run these towns
You're legacy's cute but results don't lie
The student became master, time to say goodbye
I am the root
I am the fruit
The original truth
The living proof
Stone and ice and sacrifice, this is how our worlds collide
Ice born, throne claimed
The real hero
Stone cold ordained
Shattering in the shadow
We are the chosen
Born from frozen
Ice born throne
Hold up now lass, I see something true
In your fierce determination I recognize you
We're both carved from the same granite cliff
Intensive. Obsessive. Competetive.
Maybe you're right old man of the mountains
We both drink deep from the same cold fountains
Your passion runs strong as my desire
On the pebbled ice that lights our fire
Ice born here we stand
Hold the broom hand in hand
We stand from different lands
Oh we understand
Ice born throne
Pebble and stone
Ice born throne, let's bring it home
