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Faith And The Muse lyrics

Iagos Demise

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Ophelia Cordelia Desdemona And Kate My sweetness and Beatrice So precious your pain I sing for your lovers Your heavenly fathers to be Your possible futures Your obvious endings defeat me Alma Badoura Dorothea And Jade Belphoebe is just like me Such perfect disdain I sing for the daughters The heavenly mothers to be Insanity's wanderings Ritual fatherings greet me So carry me (there's no one to) Comfort me (there's no one to) Care for me (there's no one to) Capture me Ophelia (I dream of the daughters to be) Cordelia (the ritual fatherings) Desdemona (the heavenly mothers to be) And Kate (insanity's wanderings) Alma (the sons and the lovers to be) Badoura (the infidel creatures like me) Dorothea (the virginal martyrs to be) And Jade (the doting fathers) I sing for the passive The heavenly loyals to be The unrewarded loves Obvious endings defeat me While I'm asleep I can open my eyes What my lucid heart speaks Conscious caution denies Here betwixt and between Lies Iago's demise As I sing for my creatures Their infidel features Ophelia (I dream of the fathers to be) Cordelia (the heavenly loyals like me) Desdemona (insanity's wanderings) And Kate (suicide's followers) My sweetness (the virginal martyrs to be) And beatrice (the doting lovers for she) So precious (the unrewarded like me) Your pain (the infidel creatures) Alma (the worshipful followers) Badoura (the doting mothers to be) Dorothea (the constant martyrs) And Jade (the unaging fathers) Belphoebe (the unloving characters) Is just like me (insanity's wanderings) Such perfect (the heavenly daughters to be) Disdain (the obvious endings)

The Substance

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more: (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window, and a door; (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw; (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core. (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away in titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service And warped was I, huddled beneath the influence of fresh, Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath. (Breath) These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash, Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth, it's looking bleak. Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow; I'm shook in a freak side show! OK, I strobe effects projective when I blink So I design this chorus line. When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall. With what I sing, I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage, Then see the wide-eyed dry grays, and supplied fiery Colossus. Well, I am a hostage. Guiding, yet, pushed beneath the crazes' climate. Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this. I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity. God damn. Must have remembered me. It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it, Apprehended me, and rendered me suspended in its voyage. How these tables have turned! Hand to the bottle with the skull and crossbones scribbled off the label, Sip the ladle. Drank the burn. Begging for dead! Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web, Caught triple-six couriers; beckon, they fled. OK, OK, I get it... Let 'em shake a little, then release 'em, Like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion. Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil, but couldn't quite catch the angle. I'm trained as cornerstone famine trooper So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on... (yeah, yeah, check it) I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating. (close to insanity) The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. (close to insanity) Now everybody in the populace awaited my reply: (close to insanity) I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky (close to insanity) Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn, By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes... To fertilize germination of concern for me, for we, For he who's sucked into the trench, fully dug. I don't wanna pull the plug... Hug on my canteen like in a dream, Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league, I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed, If the breed should have ever been bred. 'Nuff said... Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon, To emerge, or a spark's soon to bloom to a surge, All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn To ascend from a number, to brave Blade Runner. Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king... More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring. Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level, Here to bevel the edge. My team's settled on the ledge to pledge. It's like that. In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains. In the winter it's the same, with an added climate change. The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange, Yet the songs of thirst remain the same. You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor, Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem. I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh, So do your magic, miracle worker, or I'll remain unimpressed. For the flux, the fix, the famine, For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon, I'd examined auto-pilot (right) when filibuster won... (yeah) Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement... (oh shit) It's intriguing. Yet, I guess, I knew somewhere, something was leaking. Now I honor instinct, delinquent. Bring settler runaways, frayed boogie bastard clicks To bypass glass stature, walking graff characters... Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament... Tracer. Vivisection is to lab rat primes; They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine. He knew. He brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets, Then sought off all trickery, bought off the public, and screamed victory! Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig As fast as Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig, trigger revenge, tip the goblet in the dirt, review my words, spit in the puddle. Peace to fame, struggle the fuck out, and duck out. (yeah, check, huh, uh) Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk. (close to insanity) I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the mask off. (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground! (close to insanity) (It's like that)

Sing Like Bilal

JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame] Sing Like Bilal! [Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):] Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW! J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) [Verse 1:] You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh) The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum And bring it back to rap I will flatten them I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em New York, If you feelin like me then you tired Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors Your secret wack parties with free hookah Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby) I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?) 'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins Lil' insects y'all all buggin Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin [Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin] W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J") W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") This here serious ("Erick Sermon") Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame") [Verse 2:] Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo! I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow Before I saw gwap from Joell features I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic

WTF Collective 2

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
MC Confusing back in this bitch With a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don't understand it, 'cause you're not supposed to Like a candy cane snake in a jealous cartoon And I'm gonna leave soon, but first I need to Drink a Chevy chase face and rape Robocop 2 Yo, I'm MC Historical Inaccuracy I drop lyrical bombs like Hiroshima in '73 I write rhymes like Shakespeare when he wrote Ann Frank's Diary Which is about the civil war of 1812 in Germany I'm like the Spanish inquisition when they killed Jesus And Abe Lincoln's suicide was the theme for my thesis Like Moses when I focus I can split the Red sea Like he did in 1950 with the Chinese army I'm MC Don't Know How to Pluralize Word I got so many rhyme and I sleep with all the girl When there's more than one of something you're supposed to pluralize But I never learned that through all the year I've been alive Hello, I'm MC Canadian Stereotype I'm about to get started, so let me get off the ice But I don't want any trouble, and I am always polite Now let's hop on my snowmobile, and I will tell you what I like But first I'll turn of curling and turn down Avril Lavigne Et j'vais dire une phrase en francais, parce qu'ici on est bilingue Oh boy, I fell of my igloo and I hurt my knee Let's go to the hospital, don't worry, here in Canada it's free, eh MC Fatigue, did you miss me I'll be awake for five minutes, 'cause I had a coffee I'll try to get through my verse, but I really don't know I drank that coffee about five minutes ago (snoring) They hired me again to sing this motherfucking chorus I haven't found a fucking job yet so I gotta do this bullshit (I can't take it, I'm done) I don't think I can sing another fucking chorus I think I'm gonna jump off a bridge, or shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees 15 miles per hour is their average speed A queen can lay up to 3000 eggs in a day Just because I know a lot about bees doesn't mean that I'm gay I'm also MC In the Closet Homosexual I hide it 'cause it's easier to be heterosexual We can't even get married in most states here in America It's fucked up Gay marriage is legal here, in Canada I'm MC Homophobic Fucking Asshole Being gay is evil and it is unnatural Jesus said to love thy neighbour, but only if they are straight Penises go in vaginas, anything else is just insane I'm MC Extremely Inappropriate Rhymes I shake things up like J-fox when I get on the mic And I drop my enemies just like Christopher Reeves' horse Then I put them to sleep, like Heath Ledger of course (woah) I'm MC Extremely Politically Correct I disagree with the previous MC's lyrical content It's offensive, insensitive and in very bad taste Just like that guy who wrote that song when Michael Jackson passed away Yo, MC Final Verse here to end this song One was enough, we didn't need a sequel Jon Make a fourth Show Me Your Genitals or another Normal Guy But for now let's end this stupid song with a suicide This is the last time that I will ever sing a chorus My dad's gun was in his closet and I'm gonna end this bullshit (I had a good run) I'm gonna pull the trigger as soon as I finished the chorus Sayonara and farewell, I guess I'll see you all in hell (Four, three, two, one)

Taste Of Pastry

Cuban Link
Sing! All u gotta do is sing! (Ooo ooo oh) Micheal Jackson..who could sing! But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world.. (You're my pretty lady, baby yeah) [Chorus 2x]'re my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Baby u makin me crazy The way u shake ya waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess The vision which got me switchin religions It's tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 - Triple Seis] Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams? Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team Ya man Queens a ho, after-show From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes Don't ya know, profession a true thug Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u Lemme show u how Triple Seis do A lil tongue lashin, make u cum laughin Pick up ya thong cuz its on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin u for my TS crew So where my east coast riders at? (what what) So where my west coast riders at? (yeah yeay) [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Prospect] Shorty I'm right here, I be the thug that u lookin for Prospect and u kno I'm baggin it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You kno wat happened before, in the back of the door Its hard to tell wen we type wildin those Security tapped the door, we on silent mode Musta been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin to fuss and get played Mad cuz they wasnt crushin the same, doin it up I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin the sexin Left the room and ya tear usin the Lexus Flags over the shoulders either way I see textures And gestures, got me comin back for extras [Chorus 4x] (Take off yo clothes, meet me in the bathtub, I wanna taste yo lovin)


WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standin firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back In the line of fire holdin back, what My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king [RZA] Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation [GZA] War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song [Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Ghostface Killah] Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, black nobled you Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz [Raekwon] Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

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