iiia old t-am, new éire şarkı sözleri
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Same letters
Same Time
Same Problems
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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