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Kicking with the kids on Sackville St
Playing with your want and playing with your need
Kicking with the kids on Sackville St
Chucking in for drinks

soon fell out
Which cut our acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook
In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make
In

did speak and the bold IRA
They stood shoulder to shoulder
As the blood from their bodies
Flowed down Sackville Street


The Four Courts at Dublin

wood
I heard about your heroes in
The classroom as a boy
Of Thomas Street where Emmet died
In Sackville place they fought with pride
Of the times when

in the rap field
Hating ass niggas in sack-ville
I got em lined up
Say one thing you gettin’ tied up
In the graveyard is where you signed up
Should’ve

to Isengard
Mordor
I carry a bag of hobbits
Mordor
There's also Frodo Baggins
Mordor
There's also Baggins Sackville
Mordor
And They'll obey my will
Mordor
They

the best of friends
Mystery shrouded to English women
Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf
Novelists, literary extremists 
Going where most wouldn't dare

where Emmet died
In Sackville place they fought with pride
Of the times when brave Wolfe Tone did ride
In dear old Dublin town

Fare thee well until we

youuuuuu

We ain't gon stop rockin


We ain't gon stop poppin


My Sonny be Barkin
Blunts yeah we spark em


Hali we made it


Sackville Created


Humble

Set out from Sackville
On an early mornin' train
Breath fogged up the window
And all afternoon it rained
Sleepless half the night in the dining car

One, two, three, four
On the way from Sackville
It started to snow
You said it was like Christmas
But you were wrong
It wasn't like Christmas at all

jeopardy
Bitch, I'll do you like Kennedy
I kill all of enemies
That's they way I get clarity
I don't give to the charity
Sack-ville my shit, you can call me