Old School Gospel

from by TAIRRIE B

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lyrics

OLD SCHOOL GOSPEL
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Look at that person next to ya and say…
Neighbor, when I’m about to lose my mind,
Give me 30 seconds to show you what I do….
This is a warning….you stupid motherfucker!
We’re gonna take a little trip down memory lane…

Now I remember you from back in the day
Had mad respect when you came my way
20 years later and shits done changed
Now you're a hater but I'm still the same
I let you hear it cuz you wanted a sip
You didn’t get it so you had to trip
Got ignorant, flipped quick, you know the story
Never made a record but think you an authority
Gotta admit, I was hot as fuck
But when your texts rolled in after you hung up
I just had to laugh and call it a night
You can’t dance with the Devil in the bright sunlight
Done playin' nice, fuck your advice
Fooled me once, won't fool me twice
Tried to throw water at the Wicked Witch
But I don't melt, I slaughter a bitch!

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!

It’s a shame when I gotta check a dame six ways from Sunday
Rest on the seventh murder on Monday
You wanna reminisce? You really don’t know me
I’m as real as it gets, so who’s really the phony?
Learned to scream and became a queen
But I can still rock a rhyme that’s mean
So don't step with that lightweight crap
I'm “Black Flag” to your “Adam Ant”
I kill ants on contact, when I rap
And If you don't get the reference, its cause ya can't!
You're like Carly squawkin' that "Call Me Maybe"
I'm like Teena talkin' “Square Biz” baby
But I'mma rip ya and hip ya to the "B"
The T A I double R IE
And If I'm too wordy it's cause I kick game
May the bridges I burn light my motherfuckin’ name!

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!
A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!


Now throw your hands up and check my flow
As above, so below
I said throw your hands up and check my flow…check my flow
Turn up the microphone!

A hymn for the haters, some old school gospel
I don’t hustle, I'm known to get hostile
So violent with a mic in my hand
You better run for cover if I get my band
All my fans and blasphemous girls
Got witches in my coven all around the world
Dressed in black ready to attack
A wolf pack that got my back and it's like that
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
I get wicked and then some collecting teeth
Better watch your mouth next time we meet
Wolves don't lose sleep from opinions of sheep
And night is falling, the moon is shining, clouds are forming
The storm is coming….this is a warning

A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!
A fly girl's a girl who speaks their mind…
Hardcore, back with a brand new sick rhyme…
What's the time? Don't give a fuck!
Still talking shit, still kickin’ up dust!

Hallelujah, Hallelujah…..Hallelujah!

credits

from Vintage Curses, track released August 14, 2015
Lyrics & Vocals by Tairrie B. Murphy
Produced & Mixed by The Covenant
(Tairrie B. Murphy & Mick Murphy)

Recorded @ Studio 606 & The Grey Room
Live Drums by Mick Murphy

Cover Art Design by Tairrie B. Murphy
Photography by Gary Bandfield | Tour Bus Live

www.houseofcapricorn.com
♑ └A 2015

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