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Onward To Victory by D. Montayne (Prod. M. LeMont)

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Lyrics:
Onward to victory, onward through history,
Fightin' Irish set to put opponents through misery,
and the hurricanes felt it first, now reload that artillery
hunts on for the wolverines, cook them up on rotisserie.
Who gon' stop it? No one if you heard Rocket.
We don't flinch, ever, it's really never an option.
Droppin back in that pocket, throw it up never drop it
up the rankings were hoppin, Tim Brown that's that top pick.
We throw it in the air, bring it down in the endzone
No surprise, the Fighting Irish have been known
125 years, still we goin this strong?
while the Midshipmen lookin for a wishbone.
And BC may believe they can fly,
till they get the ball and meet Manti.
Doesnt matter the opponent, none can deny
legends are born here, and no they cant die.

Throw it up, let TJ get it
Golson see the D, don't sweat it.
C Wood break tackles straight shed it
then bust through the middle like Bettis.
Line that field goal right, hit it.
These Trojans really just don't get it.
See that play like a champ sign? We hit it
then hit them till they wont forget it.

Won't forget it.
That boy Reilly over did it.
So ill go till the death of me
just to give yall the recipe.
You take a little bit of gold and a little bit of blue,
a little bit of Holtz and a little bit of Knute,
take everything tender, strong and true
and that "you will never stop me" spirit like Rudy
what you got is Notre Dame, glory eternally knows her name,
rising up to own the game, who even knows the opponents name?
Trojans have been known to break. Wolverines, well those are fake.
Who even knows what boilers make? And Sparta tried but the phalanx breaks.
125, and still wont be denied.
Feelin the thunder rise, up under October skies
blue grey and the Horsemen ride, takin the nation overnight,
still spreadin like golden fire, and keepin that Golden Dome in sight.
Feel a quake from the underground, shakin the thunder down,
cant wait till we under doubt, then break when we come around.
We runnin out here gettin it.
Out the tunnel we sprintin,
Check the score we winnin
this is our house, defend it Notre Dame...


GO IRISH