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It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipes did hum, no battle
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum
No
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
can’t find the direction of now
Compass and Earth are turned upside down
Fleet ships and squadron aces
Disappear in the sound
Vorticies and portals
blood
        blood for blood

(Beretta 9)
Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid
a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it's sexist
surrender yo'
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
As down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum no bottle drum,
Aye yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the garden
I'm carvin'
that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned
like you crazy, he got classic shit

[Verse 2]
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound
planetariums relate sounds from aliens on other planets


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[Ikon / Sun Pharaoh]
Complexities bring entities when hardcore be the factor
Physically
ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness
And punish dj's for
a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack

Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit
Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my
And all the girls
Who try to look pretty

And if your train's on time
You can get to work by 9
And start your slaving job
To get your pay
If you ever get
sound official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)

[Ghostface Killah]
Left the buildin on start up, heavy
Niggaz couldn't take