[Verse 1: Nugget]
New breed of poet from the land of the scholars
Break through to any class man no matter the collar
Upper classes to those living in the savagest squalor
Across countries like the Euro's international dollar
From a place known for its [bad word] fights and antics
Not an act and i don't have a type to cast it
Sounds cliche but never take your life from granted
Living in a box until ya find a casket
This Irish [bad word] doesn't follow your warnings
Stage dive straight off the top of the morning
I'm a modern day Pearse, cos i'm Irish of course
But i'm also a poet that'll die for the cause
You don't think its a classic then i'll spit in your face
Cos this is my Ulysses, My Finnegan's Wake
I got the [bad word] that it takes so all the heroes that died
Are resurrected when i spit i keep the spirit alive

[Hook]
Yeah i'm Irish, [bad word] a gimmick [bad word] a stereotype
Representing for my people when i get on the mic
Hustling music and i'm working at it every night
Stick with it til the very end whatever the fight

[Verse 2: Siyo]
Are ya willing for a shilling?
I willing for a what?
My people have be [bad word] since 19-0-Dot
Its a [bad word] stop and i was told by god to blast these hedons like a ten man firing squad
They catch me clover on [?] like they they [bad word] my dream
Yo they murder men and women for the wearing of the green
Walking through a graveyard talking to dirt
I try think what they felt but the feeling hurts
Lord please deliver me from [bad word] a scene written on the canvas that be sitting on a [?]?
The air smells of treason every four seasons
I have the answer but i wanna know the reason
So feel the paddy whack hit you with this Irish rap
Any sap chats get the force of a back slap
And that's that, feel the fire on the track
Me and Nugget show love for the country on our back

[Verse 3: Terawrizt]
Like a modern Oscar Wilde my [bad word] Fighting Irish to the core with a boxerstyle
Then separated from the north like a foster child
Through the centuries of war never lost the smile
Singing rebel songs and listening to traditional music
Most people oppose the paramillitant movements
I'm just a poet like Kavanagh
But were probably better off now than in the days of our Ma and Da
I'm hungrier than Bobby Sands
Seeing through these imposters like a doctor when he's studying a body scan
Doesn't matter what tune i'm on
I represent my country more than that [bad word] in Áras an Uachtaráin
So tell Bono he can such a [bad word]  the [bad word]  prick
And [bad word] the government a bunch of thicks that couldn't govern [bad word] Makes me sick to think they're counting their profits
Up in the house of Aractas when hundreds of thousands are jobless

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Redzer]
We know the Brits forget their history memory lasted four seconds
We say 1916, they think quarter past seven
And the yanks think the shamrocks very american like
That's why were on the mike to fight against this stereotype
They think my areas like full of Marys and Mikes
We're all contrary and nice and live with fairies and [bad word] We all drink Guinness and finish every session with fights [bad word] this business and the semis man i'm setting them right
From the land of terror, economic collapse, political chaos, poverty and property tax
Had our sovereignty snatched from right under our nose
And watched the government cover up every blunder exposed
That's how it goes where we live, see the people can feel
That's why we do these tunes for you, and keeping it real [bad word] a gimmick [bad word] an image [bad word] a stereotype
Representing for my people when i get on the mike

[Verse 5: Rawsoul]
Call the Irish hostile and volatile, a forgotten file, at the bottom of a rotten pile
Reveals a modern style Oscar Wilde
We fought and got slaugh