Holocaust

[Rash_o_Mon]

(Yo) my brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts
Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone
Welcome to L.A. battle the unexplained
Scarecrows and apples meet Mr. Constrictus
Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups
Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit
Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters
Better check my sponsor chop before you can answer
Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign
Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset
Lyrics, the bitch pressed dump trucks with one thrust
Faster than sound, light, or speed that your gun busts
Among us, west coast wreck hopes, infect dope
Whining 'cause your last Holocaust cassette broke
The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you
Nine-hundred and forty-three missiles made of crystal
Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up
Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the architect
Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorchin
For boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait
Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice
Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress
A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee
Grand-high count, feed Macadamias to parakeets
French lemonade, skeletons on the highway
Clove, gets rowdy I'll box my way out
Poor righteous teacher, devils better fear us
Or my pistol splatter your brains accross the mirrors

Bluntz, martinez, girls, and gunz (gunz)

Gut 'em like a fish, the man who bled Marbles
Bloody Mr. Fixit, holocaust and guns
Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains
Real as the hallway red and blue Crayolas
Now leaving stains, architect from Cali
Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys
Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans
Big 'ole tackling skeleton, you're irrelevant
Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon
Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen
Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy
Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime
Bandits want cyborg crank, tic-tac
Blow holes through emcees, size of bowling balls
Briefcase man chant, my flavor's building
Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor's children
Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight
Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight
Holo-holocaust is sleepy, holdin microphones
4 dead men in the alley, the butcher
Shirts with the blossoms, west coast the gentlemen
Holding the pistol, smoke blunts for hours
To understand the language of flowers
Gritty mugshot, missed her arms and legs, drool bullets
Bedtime time to turn in but into what?
A well set table, third rock from the sun
Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs
Hot peanuts and fireworks, the holocaust

CLASSIC SONG...
Bedtime time to turn in but into what?

P.E.A.C.E.

[Cesar]

earlier this thread made me dust off my Sting Cd and listen to Bluntz, Martiniz, Girls & Gunz.

[Rash_o_Mon]

earlier this thread made me dust off my Sting Cd and listen to Bluntz, Martiniz, Girls & Gunz.

U already heard the Lost verses right? Insane shit also...

P.E.A.C.E.

[Cesar]

Nah i havent heard Lost Verses, i have been a bit lost with Holocaoust for a minute, im tryin to pick up on his stuff again, the only new tracks i have heard from him are the one in his myspace.

Now to AI3Yanks842, he is just sick with it,

"Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups
Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit"

look the way he put that together and made sence out of it, and if you dont understand it, i dont know what to tell you.

[snapple]

i love it when people say ghost spits nonsense. you're on a wu-tang forum people, some of the statements that ive been hearing lately....i can't understand why half of yall come onto this website to begin with. im not gonna hate on the dude, i honestly haven't heard enough, the first time i heard him was on bobby digital, and that was an ill verse, ive heard some other shit from him too, some was dope, some of it he was odviously way too dusted and shouldn't have picked up the mic. so my opiniion doesn't mean shit i couldn't have heard more then 10 tracks from dook, so someone wanna up some of his best material, or rather what yall think his best material is. thanks

[Cesar]

whats the name of that song?

[snapple]

holocaust(silk worm)

[Cesar]

holocaust(silk worm)

you kidding me right? damn i havent listen to Bobby Digital CD in a minute, let me listen to it real quick.

[Cesar]

My bad, what song is this verse from that AI3Yanks posted


"Welcome to my window the recipe for ice
a one room school where I murdered off poets twice
I brought two kegs one of beer and one of gun powder
red splattered count their organs I call it fun chowder
crank the music louder, miraculous how it rocks
I throw the whole crowd in a big three lock box
I'm smelling like a convertible man, I'm Micheal Myers what
crash into the gully and neck, I'll steal a firetruck
red twighlight, a vampire grin clever
The city on the edge of forever, his hand was severed
The antique shop is where I found a whale hook
He had a book on his book was how to cook
At my house we play out back, thats how I shattered shields
At my house we play out back, the dirty battlefield
This is the one thousandth raid of the ice pirate
A cloud of bats, war axes and maps, the skeletons"

[snapple]

^^ or are you aware that some of the shit is just too gully and complex that a lot of suburban young skater kids would not understand and he gets a crack out of it cause he does it for himself and others he wants to hear it. its cool if you still like it though, you should interpret it for yourself and enjoy it

[abasi]

Ghost and Holacaust
Have two different styles
Some times ghost goes off the deep end like on Nutmeg but the thing is on that song Ghost does give u time to understand what's he's talking about he just spits
Also even if u don't understand what he's talking about it still sounds dope

Holacaust had one of the illest verses ever recorded imo and he killed Dooms Day (the black sea serpent that bury ships my hands becomes glocks and my knuckes hollow tips) and Bastard Swordsman on Dirty Weaponry but since his conversion I didn't like his new material because:

1. I didn't understand his style

2. I didn't understand what he was talking about

3. If his lyrics made sense I have to be blasted out of my mind to understand him
No thanks

When he first came out he was untouchable. If he returns to what he was
Ill be back on the wagon

[THE W]

hmm...

"Welcome to my window the recipe for ice
a one room school where I murdered off poets twice

as you would look through a window to see into someone's house you look into warcloud lyrics to see into his mind. his lyrics are cold as ice. he's taking poets to school and killing them time 2.

I brought two kegs one of beer and one of gun powder
red splattered count their organs I call it fun chowder

warcloud has lots of boos and lots of ammo. he shoots someone until they burst open and plays with their insides. he's murderous.

crank the music louder, miraculous how it rocks
I throw the whole crowd in a big three lock box

my music is ill and i got the audience on lockdown.

I'm smelling like a convertible man, I'm Micheal Myers what
crash into the gully and neck, I'll steal a firetruck

dont know about this one. i wonder if these lyrics are right.

red twighlight, a vampire grin clever
The city on the edge of forever, his hand was severed

a vampire(or this case warcloud) plots on his victums that are in the city. he lost his hand i guess?

The antique shop is where I found a whale hook
He had a book on his book was how to cook

he continues the story of the last bar here by saying he went to an antique shop to get a whale hook to replace his severed hand. i guess he is also a canibal which is why he got a cook book as well.

At my house we play out back, thats how I shattered shields
At my house we play out back, the dirty battlefield

his house may be the rhyming cipher where he battles other rappers and wins a lot according to this lyric.

This is the one thousandth raid of the ice pirate
A cloud of bats, war axes and maps, the skeletons"

he's cold as ice and describes himself as a pirate. bats follow him around, he has his weapons and maps, and a crew of skeletons.

[snapple]

^^see, everyone interets shit differently, you think i understood a lot of what killah priest was saying when heavy mental first dropped? not all rap is that simple "i sling this, i shoot that, i get the money" thats the beauty of it, it's like literature. you can get mad creative. we all say the same shit, it's just how you spice it with your flavor feel me?

[snapple]

no, he really came out and said a lot of his stuff isnt meant to make sense, its meant to sound fly. in fact, hes made it very public, songs like one and nutmeg dont make sense whatsoever, but they sound fly as hell.

im not saying everything hes ever done is mindless drivel, but mainly on supreme clientele, his goal wasnt to make sense and be deep, it was to make the listener hear it and be like "oh shit!"

ghost isnt a rocket scientist, he doesnt create incomprehensible slang at the drop of a dime like youd like to think he does, hes only human as well as any of us.

you're 16, i bet there is so much termonology i could drop on your ass and youd be so god damn confused. i never said ghost got deep...(not saying he doesn't, just defending myself since this kids comprehension skills are weak) you're right, he's human, so he expresses himself differently then you would. haha i'm not gonna argue, if you think his shit is all nonsense take it to the "lyric interpretation" section and try to figure it out.

[THE W]

its poetry,

some poetry has a defined meaning that is meant to be interpreted in a specific way and some poetry has infinite meaning that allows many interpretations.