[Verse 1: Nugget] New breed of poet from the land of the scholars Break through to any class man no matter the collar Upper classes to those living in the savagest squalor Across countries like the Euro's international dollar From a place known for its drunk fights and antics Not an act and i don't have a type to cast it Sounds cliche but never take your life from granted Living in a box until ya find a casket This Irish bastard doesn't follow your warnings Stage dive straight off the top of the morning I'm a modern day Pearse, cos i'm Irish of course But i'm also a poet that'll die for the cause You don't think its a classic then i'll spit in your face Cos this is my Ulysses, My Finnegan's Wake I got the shit that it takes so all the heroes that died Are resurrected when i spit i keep the spirit alive [Hook] Yeah i'm Irish, fuck a gimmick fuck a stereotype Representing for my people when i get on the mic Hustling music and i'm working at it every night Stick with it til the very end whatever the fight [Verse 2: Siyo] Are ya willing for a shilling? Am I willing for a what? My people have be struggling since 19-0-Dot Its a body rush stop and i was told by god to blast these hedons like a ten man firing squad They catch me clover on [?] like they they crushing my dream Yo they murder men and women for the wearing of the green Walking through a graveyard talking to dirt I try think what they felt but the feeling hurts Lord please deliver me from evil Compose a scene written on the canvas that be sitting on a [?]? The air smells of treason every four seasons I have the answer but i wanna know the reason So feel the paddy whack hit you with this Irish rap Any sap chats get the force of a back slap And that's that, feel the fire on the track Me and Nugget show love for the country on our back [Verse 3: Terawrizt] Like a modern Oscar Wilde my thoughts compiled Fighting Irish to the core with a boxerstyle Then separated from the north like a foster child Through the centuries of war never lost the smile Singing rebel songs and listening to traditional music Most people oppose the paramillitant movements I'm just a poet like Kavanagh But were probably better off now than in the days of our Ma and Da I'm hungrier than Bobby Sands Seeing through these imposters like a doctor when he's studying a body scan Doesn't matter what tune i'm on I represent my country more than that cunt in Áras an Uachtaráin So tell Bono he can such a dick, the fuckin' prick And fuck the government a bunch of thicks that couldn't govern shit Makes me sick to think they're counting their profits Up in the house of Aractas when hundreds of thousands are jobless [Hook] [Verse 4: Redzer] We know the Brits forget their history memory lasted four seconds We say 1916, they think quarter past seven And the yanks think the shamrocks very american like That's why were on the mike to fight against this stereotype They think my areas like full of Marys and Mikes We're all contrary and nice and live with fairies and shite We all drink Guinness and finish every session with fights Fuck this business and the semis man i'm setting them right From the land of terror, economic collapse, political chaos, poverty and property tax Had our sovereignty snatched from right under our nose And watched the government cover up every blunder exposed That's how it goes where we live, see the people can feel That's why we do these tunes for you, and keeping it real Fuck a gimmick Fuck an image Fuck a stereotype Representing for my people when i get on the mike [Verse 5: Rawsoul] Call the Irish hostile and volatile, a forgotten file, at the bottom of a rotten pile Reveals a modern style Oscar Wilde We fought and got slaughtered and torturized North of the border the plot has thickened Catholicism, Orange orderism born into a system where there's more victims and warriors than politicians The devastation of a severed nation An explanation for the alcoholism and emigration As we face another generation that are facing deprivation Men who gave into temptation and credit creation and betrayed them Now wheres the health and education Deception, demonstrations and revelations Fuck the legislation Still we ride it through Stand together laugh and have a pint or two Nobody can party like the Irish do I write a tune for progression through the oppression And [?] a session So when they question me i'll tell them [Hook]
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