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To the city of our fathers
Where friend and foe have gathered
Where the Norman
Dane and Saxon had mingled with the Gael
Administered the Kingdom but

Blame it's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

Mmm-mm-mmm this old money game
Mmm-mm-mmm

Dear

Poet Laureate

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

Eradicate Africans that sold Africans to Saxons
And forced black men to pay taxes
Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics
Split your bullet proof chases in

and
The riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun

And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife

Anglo-Saxon backpacked tracks
My dishwasher's got racks on racks

I got 'em like, "Gee willikers
" fuck that shit
I bet he doesn't know any black kids
I got 'em

'Twas down by Anna Liffey
My love and I did stray
'Twere in the good old slushy mud
The seagulls sport and play
We caught the whiff of fish and chips

One hundred stars are burning bright above the old Slieve Bloom tonight
One hundred snow white horses in the March of the Kings of Laois
One hundred

It was hot, ‘round the 4th of July, I've been here near two years
My old man don't know exactly where I am, that just adds to his fears
My brother

One night as oppressed with
Soft slumbers I lay
And dreamed of old Erin oft thought of by day
With the long
Wasting wars between Saxon and Gael
Up

Old King Rufus
Played host again tonight
Made Saxon warriors out of us
One for all victorious
Shake hands high fives
When it's time for us to go
I've

is burning and Oliver is gone

Lock the door, Lariston
High on the weather gleam
See how the Saxon plumes
They bob on the sky
Yeoman

Painted Doll

The Seeds

Flower Punk

1996

(Sky Saxon)
I sit and watch in front of the mirror
When you paint your childlike face
YOur image changing each night
Stars shining, oh so bright
Oh,

Pimps (Free Stylin' at the Fortune 500 Club)

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

syphillis
But no need for prophylactics
I'mma up you on some mean old mac shit
Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid
Keep my hoes in check, no

We hunted for the wren

And when the hills were bleeding
When rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry
The Saxon stranger came
But the boys who

off demons, trynna find peace
Always had an attitude, no one messed with me
Lived a lonely life, there’s too much to see
12 Years old, was practically

Our story’s told of days of old
When evil ruled the land,
And a band of outlaws fought for
England’s freedom.
To deep Sherwood came Robin Hood

fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We're not British, we're not Saxon, we're not English
We're Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your Union

Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per

Dear old Bamburgh Castle standing tall standing strong
From a time

like Ms. Jackson
Don't introduce me to her if she look like Toni Braxton
I had a fine yellow bone black and Anglo Saxon 
She thought that she gone smoke

of the franks and saxons
I'll keep on taking til nothing's left
I know my glory couldn't last forever, so it's with honour I will face my death
By the hands

if she like Ms. Jackson
Don't introduce me to her if she look like Toni Braxton
I had a fine yellow bone black and anglo saxon
She thought that she

almost got taken out when Michael died……Jackson…… I hated when turned that Anglo Saxon…..please God I hope he died loving all his blackness, hatred is

when you're walking on by
And as the television light filled my eyes
I had the sudden urge to look outside
I saw an old bearded man with a soup stain

Sráide went hunting for the wren.

cnd when the hills were bleedin' and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon strangers came,
But