[Go down Moses, oh Lord Go down into Egypt, oh Lord Tell ol' Pharoah, oh Lord Free my people, oh Lord] Do you not get it lads? The Irish are the Blacks of Europe. And Dubliners are the Blacks of Ireland. And the northside Dubliners are the Blacks of Dublin So say it once, say it loud: I'm black and I'm so fuckin' proud But here at home that ain't really allowed When I was eight, me and Max was playing Jacks outside Of a school where it's safe right? Then some grown ass whites jumped out of their ride And shouted "fuck you niggers" like five times First time I tried suicide I was only eleven years old The bank took our home And mom, she was really going through it But no time, the white family was moving in soon and I remember the Super Nintendo controller Throwing it over the door frame, hoping it holds But the thought that stopped me was ironic and silly Thinking if I break this frame, yo she gon' kill me To survive in the face of gentrification She finessed our address for my education And when I learned about this one island Everything I heard was inspiring Like people beating back the Black & Tans And the Easter Sunday when it all began St. Paddy drove the snakes from Ireland But they ended up as the jakes in my land So tell the homies I'm sorry got no time man Skip the party, gotta be all about this rhymin' It's a ton my people gonna wanna know like How knock down a crown like a domino Haunted by my own thoughts so I made friends with the ghosts Funny they the only friends ain't ghosting me though Put my whole self in the game, Hokey Pokey But I know fruit the last thing to grow on a tree Got a Devil in my ear, Angel in my pocket Both telling me: "Stoppin' ain't a option" Revolution all I know how to do They said: [Play on your harp, Hallelu'] Since 1619 We ain't seen what independence is And I know failure so well We finish each other's sentences It's brilliant minds in my cypher We got weed, each one a leader So I'm getting my goals After hitting the circle, like Fifa Sing a song for Derry, yo The cheese stands alone Cuz even though I'm very broke I'm coming for the throne I'ma see it to the end Like my name in the credits Bring a black IRA to the States That's my premise [Little David play on your harp, hallelujah]

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business By my third album I'll be a triple crown winner Yall talking horse shit, neigh-saying ass niggas It's a game but I don't play, Triz is realer So yall gonna feel this like the late Mrs. Diller But your rhymes are still a lil' sluggish bruh Sounds like hyphy-glycemia (Yuh!) Got the toast in my pocket, B That's what happens when you keep your bread next to the heat Right hand to Jeezy I ain't running these streets But last time I checked I was the man on the beats On your girl's fantasy team, I'm RB1 Cuz your boy the meats like Arby's son We ain't peers lil nigga your career is done You got 99 tracks but a hit aint one I'm going all-in betting on myself nigga Still ballin' - don't know nothing else nigga And while you on the shelf stallin' like a Soviet I'll tie you to a missle on that Wile E. Coyote tip Icy B.M.'s - that's cold shit And when I wrote this I was so baroque kid That's why my sound so classic And since these rappers stay whining I had to let em have it! They don't even live by a code So I'm treating their features like a no-fly zone And even though I love the mud on the highroad I know so many bloods yall thought I was type-O I'm like Rambo with a lil' Son of Sam though Had to murder this beat cuz my dog told me so And til they throw me in Guantanamo I'll be like a girl working on her period, I hustle & flow My ho eco-friendly, got a very little waist And with you I'm malpracticing, I got no patience I'm like Drake w/ the coach of the Raptors way I'm on your back Cuz yall whack niggas got it all backwards Like saying Trump Donald fuck Spit truth in the booth nigga what! I got a slick mouth cuz talking Greecy is a must So it's Athens to Athens and dust to dust Trust, if I'm keeping it 100 you don't want it Cuz I talk with my hands like a damn sock puppet And interrupt if you wanna kick the bucket I'm in a mood like stank cooch, not to be fucked with I see an uptick in impostors that prosper So I knock em dead in a pool - Wade in the water Rhymes so sick, but I'm wary of doctors So I'm eating more ginger than a grown Harry Potter I'm nice, but for what? Cuz I'm fed up with starving So I'ma take extra steps like J. Harden On point with that rocket when I blast it off And you could trust me whenever I ain't lying my ass off! The cast off, now I'm dealing Serial Arms These Trix up my sleeve be my Lucky Charms Ya jive turkey, we in the same gravy boat You salmon ass nigga, you fuck around - get smoked I'm hungry, just wanna keep food in my mouth And it's hard to believe I ever had any doubts Way pussy chasing me, must be a mouse Cuz the track so g niggas wanna rob their own house No sense of decency, my other one's heightened So I can see the whole rap game and it's frightening A bad blowjob - everybody biting I clap-back with thunder that's enlightening

Ay yo homie let me get one more round I know you closing, I'll drink fast my dude My tab? You know I'm good for it man, c'mon Oh hey girl how you doing? "Ay baby it's conceivable That I might wanna conceive with you We could be meaningful Doing things unspeakable Me and you--" Hey Triz, you talkin' to the mirror fool! White girl wasted, Becky know I literally can't even though Been here fifteen hours so Words slur like racists folks Then I see my bro from Tyrone Like a peephole, he in the door Now you know we drinking more So give me something seasonal (Boyo, ya owe me though) This one's on my homie though (When are ye gonna pay me though?) Not in the foreseeable 'Taim an arrears (an arrears) yuh 'Taim an arrears a d-tigh 'n ol! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears an arrears an arrears) 'Sas baoghlach na diolfad go deo! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears) yuh 'Taim an arrears a d-tigh 'n ol! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears an arrears an arrears) 'Sas baoghlach na diolfad go deo! Back on the beat like a sequel Feeling unbelievable And even though I'm leaving yo I'll be at St. Stephens bro Drinking something artisinal In a stolen vehicle Profile, keep it low Blind drunk, seen it though Flow got me geeking yo Weed got me reeking yo Bring a rich chick But I'm leaving with a cheap ho 'Taim an arrears (an arrears) yuh 'Taim an arrears a d-tigh 'n ol! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears an arrears an arrears) 'Sas baoghlach na diolfad go deo! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears) yuh 'Taim an arrears a d-tigh 'n ol! 'Taim an arrears (an arrears an arrears an arrears) 'Sas baoghlach na diolfad go deo! Whiskeys in the air What, what, what nigga Party and bullshit We don't give a fuck nigga Pass that hash I'ma light it up nigga Hit the spliff right quick Finish up my cup nigga Lemme hold the bottle though I'll meet you in the cut nigga Slainte, pints up We don't give a fuck nigga!

Camila-la-la-la Camila Camila-la-la-la Camila It's been four years since I've been Knockin' on your door like (boom boom boom) I remember that day like it was yesterday 2016 August the 9th I had just got back from getting a fresh tat And I called up my mans like where you at? "I'm in your hood ahk, so what's good ahk?" "Come through, we partying on the rooftop" But when I walked in everything it just stopped Except my heart, that nigga was screming non-stop At the top of his little bitty heart lungs He broke outta my chest and went on the run I felt numb like an epidural He said "I wouldn't do you like that for just any ol' girl You my broham like Toe Jam and Earl But I'ma be hers til the end of the world" Camila-la-la-la Camila Camila-la-la-la Camila It's been three years since I saw those eyes So dark but sparkling at the same time For a thousand days I've been counting the ways I could say: goddamn girl, you fuckin' fine! Forget traffic, your body could stop a motherfucking war First time I held you, we barely made it through the door Epiphany, now I see what people need religion for I found God on that concrete kitchen floor I got a bad case of not seeing your face And I'm feeling impatient as fuck To get you wet as a lake by stripping you naked To dress you up in my love I love you for free I'm attaching no strings Keep doing you I'ma always do me I don't wanna own your body but I do wanna do you continuously Dreaming about eating you ou-- I mean taking you out to eat lunch Soy lo que soy and I just love you soy much Sin o contigo yo sigo amándote como ninguno Yo siempre te amaré hasta el fin del mundo Camila-la-la-la Camila Camila-la-la-la Camila On those warm summer days Indoors, eating that summer cake The way you taste like home It's the bomb, the bomb and there ain't nothing better I'm Coyote singing to the Moon And She won't like the way I croon But it hit me like a kamehameha Now I'm singing that Camila-la-la Haha! Camila-la-la-la Camila Camila-la-la-la Camila

Way back when I was a young man Mama sat me down and said "young man, Even though you still so young, man To a cop, might as well be a Blood, man Cuz they see you first as a nig-ger So they'll put you in the ground like a tent pole You don't need to hear from Jean Byrne To know which way the wind blows Clips loaded, they ready to edit Life cut short like Ms. Grande's dresses If we lucky just get arrested Luckier than our ancestors We raw dog, got no protection Learn a lesson from a Smith & Wesson Hug the block just for affection So ironic, it's da pressing Come out y'all boys in blue Gimme a fair one and I swear son I won't ne'er run cuz ain't nann one of us Scared one bit Cuz if you had to put that gun away I bet your ass would run away So I'ma wait 'til that one day You don't have one, bitch When the sun's out, their guns' out By sundown hear the gun sounds They shoot-around like practice But y'all know y'all shouldn't have did that shit It's midnight and my hands up "It's cool Officer Luke, be patient Cuz I think what we got here Is a failure to communicate" They say blue lives matter first Like they out to save smurfs But just rep for whites like a t-shirt Freud was right, you a motherfucker They deadly so we dead meat Breaking us like records So excessive with the force I swore they learned from Sith lords Come out y'all boys in blue Gimme a fair one and I swear son I won't ne'er run cuz ain't nann one of us Scared one bit Cuz if you had to put that gun away I bet your ass would run away So I'ma wait 'til that one day You don't have one, bitch I was born in the streets of DC Where loyalty means everything I get shot, you get shot That's the code on our street I learned from the IRA To protect my family With a verse or two of street shit On a Belfast beat I'm dangerous? You strange to us It'd be a damn shame man if I got to bust You'd go vertical from my .30 cal Never risin' Ya heard me now? Got backbone when you ain't alone Step on us like cobblestone But see me man to man, nigga No zone Put holes in ya like ozone Come out y'all boys in blue Gimme a fair one and I swear son I won't ne'er run cuz ain't nann one of us Scared one bit Cuz if you had to put that gun away I bet your ass would run away So I'ma wait 'til that one day You don't have one, bitch Come out y'all boys in blue Gimme a fair one and I swear son I won't ne'er run cuz ain't nann one of us Scared one bit Cuz if you had to put that gun away I bet your ass would run away So I'ma wait 'til that one day You don't have one, bitch

We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song Bout ye? (What up!) Straight chillin' Crown me cuz I got a feelin' This Triz track the fuckin' craic I'ma stay black, I'ma stay dealin' It's drugs in here/hair like we Propecia Getting rid of keys like, "bye Alicia!" Take the stack, flip it back Then bag dat like Iraq We to' up the block with it Was broke but our heart was in it Was po' but was pot-committed Hold up, wait a minute (This yeet!) I know right Just keep it G, it's the code aiight And never double-cross Unless you see the Pope twice We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song My G's middle of the night, they silent Your G's only say "why" like Giannis Promised Tech I'd be on time Makin' nothing but net off these gross rhymes Ah here, really though? ("Nah") Nigga I thought so We hustle, take no days off While they on break like Rach and Ross Good things come to those who wait And we been patient but now we finna take it Scout and case, without a trace Then strut around like we own the place Take no shit off no hypocrite We'll put your shit on that big screen So you climb that moral highground Best make sure your kicks clean We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song Fakin' like you wanna do somethin' Put it on wax like Madam Toussaint So boy you better put your mind to it ('Fore what?) 'Fore I put this nine to it Okay I reloaded But I can't guess what's next It's a man's heart that sets his way But his God that directs his steps We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song

This is a story about a kid named Patrick And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic As it is for them that's from where he from Pat ended up public enemy number one From day one no one wanna show him understanding They just labelled him a bad kid His last year of school teachers said they had enough Showed him no charity but still wrote him off And the same day they chose to show him the door Exactly 14 years from the day he was born So he's off to join up with the Pirus And he's off first thing in the morn' Natural sworn killer, now he slayin' in the A.M. Stay holding the heat like he was insulation Type of nigga to pop off at the police station No fear, no patience, a bad combination This is a story about a kid named Patrick And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic As it is for them that's from where he from Pat ended up public enemy number one Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic The night he picked up them theater tickets We gave up, so he found his way with a gun Now Pat, he public enemy number one By 18 graduated to major felonies The sound of casings his favorite melody And he only wanna listen in high fidelity Hit you with the Uz then cruise, like Penelope Might rob a bank just cause it's a weekday Shooting guards with the heat like D. Wade Coming back for the cash like a rebate The Tul' to your temple is how he shoot the fade And even if he take it down a notch You'll be like Jon Snow and still get stabbed for the watch He might kick it with you like shell-tops Right before he hits you with the shells, ahk He addicted to the blamma blamma Cause hurt people hurt people from your kids to your grandma So if you see that red bandana You know your family gonna be playing that blues piano This is a story about a kid named Patrick And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic As it is for them that's from where he from Pat ended up public enemy number one Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic The night he picked up them theater tickets We gave up, so he found his way with a gun Now Pat, he public enemy number one He never learned what the OG Bloods was doing Taking over their own streets so they could improve 'em He keep busy as a bone just burning and looting So by four in the morning, baby he ain't marching, he shooting Way he moving through the streets even goons be slunk back Or they shrivel up like a Eskimo's nut sack If you drive through his hood you should head straight back 'Fore he put 16 in your Maybach Shoot a nigga six ways from motherfucking Tuesday But really y'all made him this way Now he got a hard time keeping the nine concealed He 'bout that murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill And when you live by the gun you gon' die by it Some **** Crips put him in a crypt By a billboard, shot him like a hit song Least he died with his motherfucking Timbs on This was a story about a kid named Patrick And we all knew the shit was gon' be tragic As it is for them that's from where he from Pat ended up public enemy number one Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic The night he picked up them theater tickets We gave up, so he found his way with a gun Now Pat, he public enemy number one

Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire In the streets of D.C. Three o'clock in the morning Boom boom boom "it's the police Show me your hands and toes please" Jesus Christ, not again Why this keep on happening? Then next thing you know They snatching up your big bro They pay no heed to the kids screaming Or the mother watching her son bleeding Smash the place up for no reason Hunting us like it's duck season We don't need 'em but they need us For the slave population Ain't much changed since the Civil War Now they're calling it "prison labor" Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire They take you to Central Booking Could be hours, could be days Til you get to see a judge But not even about your case All they do is set a date And til then you might gotta wait Even with a clean slate So motherfuck a magistrate If you're black in the USA Then you are automatically Guilty off jump street Even though they jumped you in the street It's turned into a industry Probably gon' be the end of me They do anything for you to cop a plea Put a deal on the table like a centerpiece Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Round the world they see this nation Clear as day for what we are Racists who spit in the face of What we say we stand for Freedom. Period But they don't want a end to our sentence So they went and invented The 13th Amendment Once you're labelled "criminal" You'll never again be a citizen This disease congenital Affecting all our men and women Black people let's stand together We already know the way We outchea no matter the weather Til your mans come to stay Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire Men with badges and with guns Came to take away our sons But every man alive gotta stand behind Your mans behind the wire

Mm, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Mm, I'm coming home When you get home we goin' Rick James with it Call up everybody it's a celebration bitches Your family miss ya, but we getting our wish 'cause We getting you back just in time for Christmas They locked your body, your mind was off in the distance They tried to break you but you maintained resistance Constantly tested they made you into a litmus But the day they release ya we gon' be there with the quickness The whip that's waiting for you outside of the gate Gon' be fully equipped with shit we used to hate I'll take a eighth of weed and stuff it into a j And behind the seat, ice cold henny! Ya momma can't wait to see you face to face Cuz in her heart's been a empty space And I hope you don't feel like no disgrace You took the L but still ran the race My ace boon coon, from the womb to the tomb And mad soon we could resume Getting you flier than Jeff 'Cause rose gold is in bloom Like the monkey said when they cut off his tail, "It won't be long now!" But when you went away I felt like 'Ye on "It All Falls Down" We was twin souls with our career goals, and shit, look at me now But you big bro, so deep down I always wanted to make you proud On the day before I'll make sure everything is on It's gonna be a holy day, Shabbat Shalom When we hear your voice on the other end of the phone Saying: "I'm coming home" One thing we gotta do Get the whole block to the barbecue You know how Ms. Cookie do Put her whole foot up in the stew And I ain't trying to cross the line But your baby mom's still stupid fine I got y'all a fancy bottle of wine So if y'all just wanna kick back and recline Only thing changed, shit's gentrified So now we intertwined With the yuppie types that's rich and white But our folks still here so that's alright But right when you get home They know we partying all night And they invited But if they call the cops we gon' fight It's hard to believe your son's thirteen And damn near taller than me Last time I saw him we was playing some ball Reminded me of Kobe Except he know he supposed to be Always a gentleman We see how you influenced him Shit he already got a girlfriend I'm certain you'll make time to do that father-son shit If you think about it that way, he's luckier than we was as kids And in the end it's 'cause of him you're staying home for good Where we celebrate our friends like Yeats in the hood Never for a second was your loyalty in question Doing nearly seven for one indiscretion You know I trust no one not even my own reflection But with you I always made that one exception I wasn't always there when you needed something But at least I'm here from here on Wrote letters but soon we doing better Than a couple friendly "Dear John's" It won't be long til the sun dawns On the day you could bounce like Tigger For when it comes I made a song To say "Welcome home, my nigga!"