<<\OTB and Prophet Picasso/>> '"SNACKS"'
Peace yall-
this is how we bring it:
OTB is flyin the arrows (>)
Prophet Picasso is slashin with the sword (/)
OTB and Prophet Picasso>
top-shotta vato raps that can't be stopped by Hiphop cops or The Gestapo>
plottin' "Year Zero" like Pol Pot>
Nero wannabee hero emceez - mad knots is gettin cold-cocked>
crack ya pistachio, blows hit like Debo and Placido Polanco>
stompin' placebo-potent rappers repeatedly like stampeding Idahoan broncos>
We’ll vex ya cerebral cortex, feedin my people that raw text/
to diss me is risky like experiments wit dirty needles or raw sex/
thirty eagles circle the purple-robed prophets of the third globe/
the book of Job told of our essence, presented to yo frontal lobe/
we probe the depths of Hades wit the souls of aborted crack babies/
swamps that’s hazy and water thick as thighs on black ladies/
yall emceez got yall lyrics at a rummage sale>
this is the best sonnage since Abraham had Ishmael>
these rhymes weigh in tonnage - you cant come close dog>
scoped and sprayed up under the bathroom plumbage like Ghost Dog>
Me and O build like Othniel in the fields next to Zion’s hills/
emcees who refuse to kneel get filled wit ink from flyin quills/
get found wrapped in Byzantine quilts, impaled upon stilts/
let they bodies wilt on the altar we built to alleviate the guilt/
stingin' any beat that the deejay bring>
then swing on emceez like we Vijay Singh - PING>>
kings get tooken> Jimmy Snuka suplex the fake-superfly shook ones>
dart crooks catch AK spray from the CH-47 Chinook son>
My adrenaline rush when touched by life’s imminent crush/
livin amongst criminal drunks slippin dust and cinnamon blunts/
I’m fresh out the Matrix, takin a battleaxe to these scorpions/
got neo-soul like the ancients, OTB is my Morpheus/
O.T.A - Operation True Apocalypto>
an opulent nation of two; The O and Prophet Picasso>
we threw a javelin into cyberspace>
it traveled thru the fiber of Babylon and got impaled in Delilah's face>
get back yo - yall can't even enter the narthex>
slappin rappaz wit a flow so brash that sh-t'll chap Carmex>
We raisin hell in Tel Aviv, rollin trees in candela leaves/
belive the track’s felt, lyrical black belts in twelve degrees/
the last two rap legends, the rest is restin in rap heaven/
wrappin leather straps round the handles on mack elevens/
flat perfection, numerologists say that we stackin sevens/
wrap ya presents for the presence of kings among peasants/
but keep the frankincenses cuz our treasure’s in heaven/
my pleasure’s in pennin these bars and measures impressive/
from Eve in Eden the poor mourn and be born in war-torn regions>
but we speak boldly like Stephen before the evil priests of The Sanhedrin>
eagle-beak soar over the malfeasance of heathens whose old edicts lose credence>
our solar glow shone downward - this inner source exists as a warm beacon>
those who swore strict allegiance to the lords rode swiftly to shore in storm season>
them nah drown like the herd Jesus drove off the Galilean cliff filled with demons>
moan thee no more - go quickly home or roam around as thine please then>
watch the gods rock crowns of prickly thorns for weak-ass unbelief and rhyme treason>
OTB and Picasso, two real estate brokers of Morocco/
unfoldin scrolls so colossal it took Samson to unearth the fossil/
we curse the gospel of hostile false prophets and apostles/
til Diablo topples, we put double quattro llamas to nostrils/
forcefeed manna down ya tonsils, shatter ya sound consoles/
buck ya like broncos, unstopped by cops and gestapos/
here’s the capo..
most high nobility - upon entry we expect correct receptions>
possess ability to host next-century extra censory perceptions>
yet these precepts get met by haters with hostility and dissention>
censors collect text, inspect and debate all excerpts with intensity - no exceptions>
with humility and agility we deflect and abate any attempt at censure or deception>
we're the experts without defect who perplex and apex in rap's Great Ascension>
You vultures circle sepulchers, hopelessly followin mummies/
we lyricists of the pyramids, on swoll like Somalian tummies/
leavin' widespread destruction and devastation; and its not even close to a colossal attack>
simply a modest introduction and invitation to The O and Picasso snacks>
Then He took the cup, gave thanks, and said, "Take this and divide it among yourselves"
Luke 22:17
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