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SYLEENA JOHNSON lyrics - Chapter 4: Labor Pains

Redstorm's Domestic Lesson (Interlude)

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And the saga continues, Another domestic lesson Open yo minds people & check it! Cuz its a straight up blessing Now, for those that it applies to, I think you've been lied to Believing that a real woman's place is behind you So you commence to beating her and treating her like some kind of creature Disregarding the words of the Most Highest teacher Your duty is to preserve her Homie Not hurt her Deal with her from her neck up! And not her naval down! And show your God you deserve her! You gotta understand a real woman's worth The same one who give birth to Nations Is the same one you hurt Well, she wuz meant to be your heaven on earth She, the one who suffered through your every bid While you wuz locked up, Man she struggled with yo kids! Depressed and stressed out and mentally abused! When all you wanted wuz pictures of her half-nude! Yeah. . . that shows where yo mind is at Society feeds yo sex drive to keep yo thoughts like that No wonder, they talking about "In-de-pend-ent Women" They don't wanna mess with us no more Based on the way we living Man! Out all night hanging, slanging, Risking yo life out there gangbanging Leaving yo lady twisted, missing her man Yo kids, they're government-assisted, Out there bad While you wind up behind bars, Their lives become scarred Reduce to the embarrassment of linked cards And wishing on stars Now yo girl's spirit is straight up scarred Once a real woman gives up on her man, The serpent is worn out on God's original plan Cuz we wuz meant to be a pair To secure reproduction But if you aint there to stand on yo function Yo seed is wide open to a world of corruption So stop trippin and get on yo buziness! Locate the message that You need and LISTEN! LISTEN! Try to find life before You killed in these streets Cuz if the game don't do it This system will (this system will, this system will) LISTEN!!

So Few Words

ARCHIVE "Londinium"
So few words So few words We are movin' round to the hour Force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levellin' vibes unravellin' scribes Take a venomous sting that's unsettlin' But consequences awaits me around the corner Reminiscent of my twistin' fate All down to the fact it's a hard life Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure So as I wait for the opportune time to create Soul energy that will then enable me to realise Analyse all aspect of man-made decision The vision the many ways Wrong turn right, right turn... left Ain't no way back straight ahead along track Counteract react higher pace embrace Expression when written on the face Ya babblin' on flip automatic overide So when pride gets swallowed Check the events that follow Interconnection bafflin' coincidence All going hand in hand They demand supply I deliver my peace In what can be known as my only release In the bellyfull beast tearin' up And it's a cryin' shame it remains the same Turn the next page over So few words So few words Then on straight down Thru the valley I roam Lay claim my terrain thru my artery vein But first intuition state my incondition is the reason why you'll never get my submission True as I'm present in time I'm headlin' for the future Movin' with a haste from time to waste Break loose from a goose chase What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky Return to ground zero zero Now for the intrepid hero Non-sense there will be no I overrun cos unless I'm in a situation I can learn a lesson in one specimen away say a line refine Humanity race ever being like one of a kind Now we can never rewind so press Forward to the end With the passionate fruit from mother nature So few words So few words

Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

My Dying Bride "Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium"
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloveds farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas' of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas' Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it's ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

Afro Connections At A Hi 5 (In The Eyes Of The Hoodlum)

DE LA SOUL "De La Soul Is Dead"
POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to look up to, that fell the fuck off. MASE: And now they doing all that R'n'B sh..(crocker!) DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues? DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh... DOVE: Connection A, click, what? My dick, chick I smack a fish if you thinks My connection ain't thick, dick Headed like a punk whip I travel miles with a rhythmic lip I rock an Afro In '83, gee, yo And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow I play the corner tough And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt MASE: Givin' high-five is what I want So I puff a blunt, I don't front I get spliffed, get a stiff Then I go hump a stunt Like a pimp pro (Nah, man, a super ho) That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic Every hour, every minute, every second I keep a level head and stay down to earth 'Cause I've been an Afro since birth POS: Yeah Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab I've got five beepers, you scab But you can find me directly on the Ave (You niggas cheat me, well who's that!) My breath never smells wack I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac Before I kiss myself I always jump back (Yo, gee, this track is stack) (And you know that) I do three flips When a punk flip on my duke lifts But I flex more strength when I'm asleep On the other side with his main tapes Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks But I may, she flocks round me like a donut She got sprinkles but I bite my way out More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the Native Tongue's thick Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should But the fly tape let the car speakers shake I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 'Cause connection with the Afro is real DOVE: I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss Because it's tough to bluff a cab No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!' I play of tape of the son of La-di-da My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self With the quickness I bust the true slang Show no pit to those who don't understand MASE: The Maseo got tailed with the big bail I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail I seen the ghetto go lower than it is (He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids) My jeans are brand new, with twelve more In the closet with my silk, and below My 45 pack thick, draw quick If a nigga starts some shibidibidit My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I. And another crib in Queens I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head My favorite porck chops and A plate of collar greens I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in And the Poppa But the connections are still a high-five (Let's get busy)

The Unlocking (Feat. Ursula Rucker)

THE ROOTS
* phone dialed and rings * [1] He-LLO? [2] Yo who dis? [1] Yo this [edited] [2] Yo whattup man? [1] Yo whassup dude? [2] This is the Black Ill [1] Oh whassup G? [2] Y'know, yo [1] What? [2] We down in the studio yo [1] Word? [2] Yo we got a jawn [1] Yo, is she live? [2] Yeah she's live [1] Sup wit her? [2] She's just, real nice to talk Sometimes I used to knock off [1] Word how she be swingin? [2] Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on! [1] Oh WORD? [2] I called a couple other heads and shit y'know [1] Aight, who else who else - who else widdit? [2] *laughing* [1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT? [2] Yeah you know! [1] Ain't no bullshit? [2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep [1] Oh aight, word [2] So come on down, it's on yo [1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us? [2] Yeah it's just us [1] Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns? [2] Oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin? Fuck some other shit [1] Fukkit, aight, bet, what the.. Y'know whassup for real for real [2] Word, yo so come through [1] Aight what time yo? [2] Umm [1] Like NOW? [2] Yeah, come through now! [1] Peace [2] Peace! [Ursula Rucker] I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual Paying sexual ties for few and untrue Words of admiration, translation: sucker ass, lines, of trash Spewing from First One's unskilled lips That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance through the back door.. 'Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for; to dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore' Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain But her screams masked laughs at his dumb ass As he quicker comes, then Third and Fourth One just as dumb Invite themselves to join in Third One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned style while Fourth One says, 'Don't she got some DSL's, make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna sink my inches, into that bitch's, berry-framed mouth' So one goes North, the other South To sanctified places where in-house spirits will later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken words CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS and complacent faces And then, like their Minutemen, predecessors Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up rough Cause neither one of them could keep that weak shit up Corrupt, Fifth One steps to her Hip-Hop clothed just to, think he gonna impress her 'Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna -- sit on up top this thing, black dick, and work it like a winner' With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her But suddenly he, stops mid thrust *Yvette Smalls' pager goes off* Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death cunt clutch He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mix Talkin smack at that Saying, 'Girl, I'ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard, you gonna be calling me God' So he proceeds to poke and prod with clumsy finger and wack sex slinger 'Condoms make me last longer,' wrong, cause her motions of snatch, however detached from the situation cause his pre pre PRE-ejaculation It seems she just wastin good pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven who ain't learned their lesson He wants to enter the flesh divine by dropping a kind of semi-sweet line 'Your honey hole so fine and mile deep; I'm gonna leap into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin' So he jumped in and then, he drowned Got lost and found in her Tart Canal Slave to the waves, made him cum for days Eighth and last One turn arise Plys her with familiar lies Even more familiar still, cause him she used to love But he never could quite see above, her mound A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice So poised, she rises -- Phoenix from the flame Finally bored with their feeble fuck games She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim at eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock Parts lips, not expressly made for milding dicks and then, she speaks: Your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, I must admit The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy but I fuck with your minds Lack of soul and respect is the crime This.. was a set up.. now tell me what..... what's my name? * gun cocks *

The Ave

Dre Dog
how can sick can one nigga be you think im off that PCP but its Chewy! a lot of niggas never heard of me i said beware of me now they scared of me hu...i said come to my sunday service nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous the niggity nasty Jim Jones boot ya in the head, steal toes to the dome poted dank, fools its your choice niggas hate my face but they love my voice and just like that, i make them ball and nob kiss the hand of a true dog god cross ya heart foo, and hope to die cause you will die when you crucify cause i gots frisco all sewed up pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts cause when i say it, i mean no mercy the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany im a down muthafucka when my homies call 20 rock while my dogs roll up like fog this was a triple six verse not a triple four and after this, im gonna give you some more yeah and it don't stop yeah and it won't quit dre dog is in the house fuck that muthafuckin bullshit my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me thats why i made ill mater of my family nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord ask whats up nigga, two plus four cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick i snort caine, and do cocktails make way for the six five killa whale that love to box and don't care if i die with fists that will open and shut your eye niggas hate dre dog, so i'll die one day but reappear like the lord on easter sunday yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy i don't play dead, i don't roll over turn ya back and i'll break ya shoulder a voice that will sufficate your ass like plastic a throat that will chug a lug battery acid im dre dog, can you tell im high? nigga heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind you violatin, and a blow ya a chin and after this muthafucka i'll come again yeah and it don't stop yeah and it don't quit dre dog is in the house fuck that muthafuckin bullshit yeah and it won't stop yeah and it don't quit dre dog is in the house fuck that muthafuckin bullshit open up the frisco gates of hell fillmo, HP, dre, RBL and the siccer i come, the more they run im in a rage, off that indo and cocaine you got my fade nigga that was my chewy Fuck ya crew cause ya crew never knew me and just like the world turns muthafucka that burns like mase when dre dog is in ya face so come nigga, but im a come quicker finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper and then i'll crack yo back like a flower seed punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed dre dog won't stop cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick by a reckless young black pit indo or tai, nigga lets get high 2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes plot, watch me plot 911, 415, coughnut im in a hot spot get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me and fortay get the rest of OCP and all the punks will pound them you want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album but for now heres a scripture, in the back of the bible you'll see my picture ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a triple team and man im ghost and oh yeah sweet dreams

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