Brian Boru

Pay Attention

Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal. Flowin' like a flow with my heart like steel. Doin' how we do, then we bring it to ya face. To let the haters know the real.

Bloody Sunday

[Music & Words: KF]. . Remember well the 30th of January,. The feeling of dread that was in the air.. The people marched for their right to equality,.

Ard Ri Na Heirann

A tale of honor I will now tell. About a man, strong and true. Brian Boru was his name. And through his deeds a nation grew. He was born in a time of bondage.

Nuthin' But

Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call. Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all. Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand.

My Everlovin'

My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. . My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch.

A Druids Passing

See the stone circle on the hilltop,. Shining in the light of the moon,. See the druid kneel in prayer,. Praying because his life will end soon.. . For fifty years he has walked this earth,.

A Celtic Mourning

Loungin' Wit My Cru

Aiyo, tonight, ain't no more bitches. Ain't no more hoes, no freaks, no niggas. No gun sligin', right about now. Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride.

1014 A.d.

1000 Years

As I look out across the sea. I stand proud but am I free?. A thousand years have come and gone. I have won, I will go on. Stand firm against the storm.

Live At The Tunnel

My outlet is full of powerful niggas. Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah. Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high. Then slap box my ghost till one of us cry.

Lisa Lipps

Run for the cue. . Lisa Lipps. Was a Rolling Stone, huh. Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home. And now she's gone, ain't no sun. Shine meaning she's gone.

Goines Tale

Yo. This joint right here. Is dedicated. To the infamous, late great. Donald Goines. Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion. . Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool.

Goin' Down

Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York. Project. Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, Protect Ya Neck. With my chicken head major ass cheeks bow. Punk niggas lookin at me with the rocks and they gold.

Bubblin'

What goes on, well. . 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2. C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'. 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2. C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'. . I be that lay back loungin' from the Lafayette Ave..

World Within

The spiritual rape. Jehova's mind pollution. But nocturnal possession it breathes in me. It's true love. It feels like I'm alive. I search for joy. There shall never be another dawn.

Armaggedon

Showdown, Armageddon. Allah, yo, Akbar. . One to the chest, two to the back. Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat. Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard.

The Serpent Garden

A distant place - Where once we all lived like slaves. Stolen of our mind and thoughts we were left there naked - Living dead. Forbidden need - To taste the fruits of the knowledge tree.

The Lord Of The Rings

lyrics by J.R.R.Tolkien. . Three rings for the eleven kings under the sky. Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone. Nine for mortal men doomed to die.