Old T-am, New Éire
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Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But Different Era Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But New Eire I'm the new Eire They say making art Like being trapped In a hurricane Look into my eyes boo All you'll see are hurricanes Momma says the mark of a king All about how you reign Clouded by your tears Let em spill All the same Snapped the -bow Too much bloodshed in this World of grey Truth be told I'm Stradivarius In everything but name Multi-coloured entendre Bleeding out the lines again Silver tongues chanting for pots of gold Told you once You want to eat the soul food Get the fork from the road Nigga I been robbing sons This pistol is smokey Good souls do the right thing Just to get khashoggi'd Trickster god façade My business stay low-key Y'all talk like you know me but Don't really don't know me The true me is unknown You'll suffer from crows feet Before you see truth in my tone Young Hamlet shall never Atone My eyes focused on that ivory Throne, violence condoned Shown I'm grown through Poems monotone homes I escaped em all on my own In the danger zone Then you in my eye's cone sticks and stones will break your bones Words cut through plastic hearts like styrofoam So I want ya to know This strange fruit you hearing Is not for you to own Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But Different Era Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But New Eire I'm the new F*ck being a legend through death I'm claiming that shit now You rappers deadbeat dads If you say you fathered my style Bitch I grew up buck wild Shout-out to my momma For putting up with melodrama Nurturing my love of drama A couple years later only Thing changed is the commas Still loud mouthed and stubborn But she raised me to be honest And Value honour It's a cold world out there That's why they call it chivalry First time a piano sung It caused a shift me Remember a girl white called Me ghetto Well listen up There's music in the ghetto There's music in the misery So while you bump this shit Remember this shit came from me I'm the ghetto victories They pay me for my poems Then double back just to hear Me rap explicitly So, cool with you judging me Justice is pimped And the poor Ain't got no sunshine when she comes I Just want to see their bills wither Before their hope is gone Debt falling from money trees As mothers and father's throng Around each other, exclaim What's going on While I sit from a distance and jot it down in song A revolution, a resurrection A new history Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But Different Era Old Rhymes Old Style Same letters Same Time Same Problems But New Eire I'm the new
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