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James Connolly

Wolfe Tones

Live Alive-Oh

1986

The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought

Don't mean you awake

In denial culture vulture
Yeah we see you feed 
Right away

Come away with cold blood
In broad day smeared across
Your face

Like

jail
And I'm ballin' 'Bron James shit
Same shit no different day
Swagger blow ya bitch away
I been gettin money like my block
Doin' a brick a day
I know

You can't flavor without the seasonin
We simmering these herbs and spices
Add yeast and make it thicker
Then when the plot thickens
Now you got

these niggas ain't no love for these bitches
I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers
Niggas get kilt by who they know nigga it's hardly

Slime, Slime
In that trap I'm servin' weight, I can't fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas acting fake
Why them junkies at my trap like,

cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama

heavy metal
He gone need some leverage
But shit you can flip it however
These niggas still ain't on my level
Young nigga Rick James how I'm always

(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you

One More Chance

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you

I'm e-classic
(This is a Tay James exclusive)
Fly so classic, pocket full of plastic
Getting active with a actress
Who loves shagging
Magnums, baggage,

shit,
You know how leaves just gotta fall off a tree she won't leave me for shit

(Verse 2)
I don't know why I put up with these hoes,
One day i'm

vapid personas, forming circles
On the sides they dance, crudeness on blast
For them ain't no special day
Middle of May
What if this is just how they

Yea the sun out so my boy wanna trap today
When you get money every day like Saturday 
Niggaz lying he get stuck with a cappin' face
Niggas ratting

I open my mouth too much
Some days I doubt too much
Coz I don't rap like Adz or Dutch
And you all love pain and clout too much
I have fun when I shot

what your doing 
Up and at it day by day 
Thrash the beat ruin 
Hold up bout to go in 
Ballin Patrick ewing 
D2
D2
D2r 
On my page im flipping 
D2
D2
D2r

the 23rd was the first time he was seen
Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife
And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life
May presidents,

ghost you the next day
So if you trippin' like that, don't ever say
(James, you ain't feelin' okay
You need some girls, or a shot with pot, it'll feel

motivation this real sacrifice
Could live like a vacation
But I got a vision my mouth is salvatin'
These rappers is kidding they all sound like bitches
They

block Trevor killed Patrick
Booglada put Crash in the casket
Yoshi fruit ate the eggs in his basket
Ice shower sub freeze
Getaway's Black Mondy
Donkey

Windpipe

RZA

Belly

1998

the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage

like Lynx these niggas are roll-on
Crib with all gates
Said she feel safe, she ain't puttin' no clothes on (yeah)
Stolen plates, Saint Patricks day so

I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue
Don't  hold my breath
I'm throwing  up my hood to the day that I die

Broken dreams, broken hearted, all left in my soul was carnage
My homie was pushing dope, served it to the whole apartments
One day by the liquor