prominent Son of Mary ossuary* pen, stole the rhythm
ran thru these bars like i escaped prison
---Bronze of Nazareth
*ossuary: a place or receptacle for the bones of the dead.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=ossuary
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prominent Son of Mary ossuary* pen, stole the rhythm
ran thru these bars like i escaped prison
---Bronze of Nazareth
*ossuary: a place or receptacle for the bones of the dead.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=ossuary
"All For Love Is Evil Backwards"
--The Holocaust
Realised we're in the Wu chamber, so cut my post.
Chi Kung
[Beretta 9]
Psycho-menace, downin' a Guiness
strictly bidness, while I'm in this
Flip on a nigga like a gymnast
Put a knot on ya head, the size of Grimace
Bitch, jumpin' out ya speaker
Huntin' for yo' egg like it's Easter
Although I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to
Scallywags, skeezers, and I don't really need ya
You don't understand why I don't understand either
Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper
It's my time to get over and I got on my blinker
So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel
what is truth, what is right and what's not
Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this Earth
and yo I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real
All through research, I learned in schools, not even Church
Can enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal
Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a deal
and with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed
Yo can you feel? my heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed
all real and the pastor's best and I always will, do my thing
nice one
i was listening to this track on repeat last night, i can't escape the imagery of this priest verse.
The greedy night is full of demon's smiles
And every hustler wear horns and every fiend comes from the ground
The FBI got satellite radar screening our child
Jacking off to our chaos, the Beast get aroused
There's another one with under bosses, rich not into flossing
Put hits on certain lawman, who pick or run for office
If they switch then the guns are brought in
Who parted with professional ballplayers with big endorsements
Who love to trick a hoe's that sniff blowing bathroom toilets
They're alcoholics, go through madd divorces
See their wives in the papers with half their fortune
Then there's the Mob - leaving tips, a hundred bucks at the bar
Big spenders, around the dealer, shuffling cards
Evil laughter, puffing cigars, in a room full of goons
Tats cover their bullet wounds, rats are pulled from the Lagoons
Mexican mob doing shots of tequila, live niggaz
Throwing up knots in their pictures with gang signs
At the same time, if crack was a wars and you can frame nines
You would have plaques of coke scales of money stacks
But there is another party with Presidents, CIA Intelligence
The Federal Defense, Executives with the Aliens
Iraqi's and Israelians and by the time of my demise
The one who talked to Kane should rise
The second time while Abel blood rain from the skies
And who knows where my soul will fly?
I'm in the cemetery on top of a dark hillside
It's +Essential+...
[Masta Killa]
Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable hormone quakage
trapped like estrogen, we makin, all of the above
supremely I hold my shit, when I run
I hesitate to stomp the come, bring water from the brain
Nigga, they tried to send me back, but still I came
Teraform mindframe contains elements of iron which began steel
Healin men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique
Breathe the Earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin segments, it's hectic
Friction from INS' debut....damn
All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember
i love this sample, it is always in my head
and this verse is so tight:
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While travellin the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
*ossuary: a place or receptacle for the bones of the dead.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=ossuary[/QUOTE]
i actually wondered what that meant when i first heard it. props.
I feel you on that one bro...A great way to close out the album
Kind of reminds me of this verse :
If I die, may the sky turn forever grey
Neglect the moon of a light, turn the sun beige
May the Lord open up every grave
Every prophet that was slayed
May they roam the earth for thousands days
Give 'em a body of a slave
May the Lord strike this earth with pestilence and plagues
If I ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage
Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge
Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage
And my flesh return to wet clay
From which I was made, my bones rot and decay
If I rest eternal, may the Lords send great inferno
Till this day I write my journal
Journal, urban journal
~
When I was born, gynacologists surrounded my womb
Now I'm born, archeologists surroundin my tomb
They suit me up in perfume, in that small church room
Don't cry, I be back to earth soon
Felt the fever of thieves in my blood
Born to live after the sunset of the world
If we die of another man's ignorance
Remember Lord, they ain't innocent
Before they acted nigger-ish, tasted hell bitterness
Swallow my tongue, like a liquorice
Though, runnin through his naked wilderness
Mad as a jackal, with the dry mouth
That prowls the grave at the time of drought
Bury me near King David
Somewhere in the oasis
Fill my body with Godly fragrance
May I sleep with the ancient
Feed my flesh to the ravens
Wish death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke and such
If I'm murdered like Abrah'
May I fall in the arms of an angel
Fuck a close friend, they can change too
Return to the earth as Gairule, hostin my own funeral
Lookin unusual, may the earth choke and spit up my coffin
Use my body as an offering, God bless my offsprings
That shit had me going crazy^
I was like "No What The..."
**Rewind**
"Pac Got Shot...Biggie Got Shot...Ricky Got Shot... (who?) Nobody Cares"
-- Sean Price
acoustic blow, snort a few lines
Quarter of weed and a few dimes
sick of these NEW MIMES
EMCEES AIN"T SAYIN SHIT!!
--Bronze
[QUOTE=Hollow Dartz;1100688]^^^That whole verse is my ringtone when people send me text messages.
wow, co-incidence-
it's my ringback tone, people hear it when they call me. everyone i know thinks ringback tones are mad corny but as soon as i found some wu ones i said fuck it, im fuckin with this verse.
ok i havent been posting in this thread for a minute, but i got a verse from hell razah that is pretty much a jewel right here. last track from renaissance child:
im where the coke so white they call it casper
and now all the drug kingpins became rappers
and labels wanna buy out artists to keep they masters
what's a royalty point with no loyalty
with CEOs wiping they nose, sniffing ya budget up
an tellin you you need more scans to boost your numbers up
it's all recoupable, from your birth to your funeral
streets a musical, pay your debts or they suin' you
or back at shooting you - which or whatever's more suitable......
*jewel*
^^ I don't really like the first part of that (the first line especially), but the last three lines are quality.
yeah the coke so white = casper part is kind of one of those redundant metaphors, i feel u on that...but the whole shit about record labels is ill, especially how it ends.
The Hands Of The Mighty Lion Of Judah
Will Throw You To The Triangle Portals Of Bermuda
-- The Verbal Hologram