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11:16 / 18.01.05
Ok I've just made one so I'll start :

Lugh won't lose his brightness,
Despite what others wrote,
Danu still pays reverance,
The Star Lady sees all,

The four cities always stand,
The three worlds still share all,
The two forces are one,
The one is in the all,

The inner light still guides us,
Our enemies are love,
Just waiting to be reminded,
Of her starlit eyes,
Of her starlit soul,

The darkness in truth gold.
 
 
trouser the trouserian
11:33 / 18.01.05
Any old aeon, any old aeon, any any any old ae-on
look out world, 'ere it comes
eight-rayed stars and very 'ard sums
Any old Aeon, any old aeon, any any any old ae-on
It's our enterprise to immamentise the aeon - the aeon
nah nah nah nah na-na, nah nah nah nah na-na
Stick it up yer chakras - awright!

(tune, "any old iron")
 
 
_Boboss
12:32 / 18.01.05
fireman, that doesn't even rhyme dude! how can it be a pome if it doesn't rhyme?
 
 
trouser the trouserian
12:43 / 18.01.05
When I was just a neo-phyte
I asked uncle Aleister what will I be
Will I be happy, will I be rich, here's what he said to me:
The-le-ma, le-ma,
Do what thou wilt shall be be
The whole of the law you see
The-le-ma, le-ma

(tune: Che Sera Sera)
 
 
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13:05 / 18.01.05
Reminds me of that time I tried to write two "gansta magick" rap songs as a joke, called "Strictly 4 my Wiccaz" and "Ghetto Sorceror".
 
 
Chiropteran
13:09 / 18.01.05
James: Post them!

~L
 
 
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13:29 / 18.01.05
fireman, that doesn't even rhyme dude! how can it be a pome if it doesn't rhyme?

It doesn't have to rhyme, it can be in any style. Like I mentioned in the thread title, lyrics. The emphasis is solely on creative lines based on Magick/Spirituality etc etc.

Don't be a Waterboy.
 
 
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13:32 / 18.01.05
trouser : that first one was really funny. You don't have to base it on another tune though, it can be entirely self-created.
 
 
_Boboss
13:35 / 18.01.05
'Don't be a Waterboy'

i think that's the smartest thing you've ever said. i knew i was right to have faith in you you little treasure.
 
 
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13:38 / 18.01.05
Thankyou. I'll go and meditate content now.
 
 
trouser the trouserian
13:55 / 18.01.05
Well I think it's better if you can sing along:

We're all goin' on a chaos holiday
No more malkuth for a week or two
Lots of gnosis on a chaos holiday
maybe we'll invoke great cthul-u-hoo
and Baphomet too.

(tune: summer holiday)
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
13:56 / 18.01.05
Reminds me of that time I tried to write two "gansta magick" rap songs as a joke, called "Strictly 4 my Wiccaz" and "Ghetto Sorceror".

Which in turn reminds me of the slightly-more-amusing-than-it-was-cringeworthy-and-embarassing hip hop battle that Boy in a Suitcase and me had in the Conversation last year. I might try and hunt that out...
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
14:02 / 18.01.05
Boy in a Suitcase:
As I roll up in my six-four Impala
I draw mojo from the Afro-Tantric Tarot of the Kalas
Obatala is Mind; Odudua is Matter
Barbelith's just six years of fanboy pitter-patter
And when all's said and done I'm the dopest one
Cuz y'all live in your parents' basement in Boise and ya weigh a ton
Now now boys, ya sayin otherwise and you think you street?
My cluster bombs'll take you off at the feet
Cuz from the rooftops I look down on this city
Kebab stands and pale girls with no titties
So I cook up some beats and sharpen some rhymes
Jus' waitin for some fool to come waste his time
Yes, my rhymes detonate like the Word of the Aeon
You on tha Magick Schoolbus now but let's see how long you stay on
I endure to the end motherfucka, it's true
Sneakin rhymes up the behind till ya drop a load in ya shoes
Cuz you can claim your flow is for Mature Readers Only
But it just sounds like you beggin daddy for a pony
So come step to me, I'll bag and board you
Unleash the Fire Snake on you and yo crew
Cast you down to the Abyss o' Hallucinations
That's what you get when ya try my fukkin patience

Boy in a Suitcase:
Yo Gypsy Lantern, I'm callin you out
I think it's bout time for a bout
Your hoojoo temple science won't be no defense
Cuz my 7D bubble language is too intense
So let's see what you got, cuz, yo
Pull up a seat y'all, it's time for a show

Gypsy Lantern:
Boy in a suitcase? More like a bitch in a purse
You looking to get stung with the Gypsy's curse?
Let's see how sharp you are with fifty spirits on your back
Your hexes are slow, son, your hypersigils are wack
I seen you cruising the scene, hittin' on big ass witches
body language full of ticks and nervous twitches
I be riding in a caddy with my tantric bitches
conjuring up dollars and reality glitches
You be wanking on a sigil so your giro come quick
That Doley Crowley bullshit make this playa feel sick
You ain't a man of power
You ain't even in the game
I'm sizing you up boy, puttin' you in the frame
Let's get you aquainted with the shit that I do
Pull up a chair, let me introduce you to the crew
I don't think you know what you be getting in to
Guess I'm gonna have to show you a thing or two
My sorcery's raw, I got the fierce hoodoo
Your world be filling up with the bad juju
You'll be waking in the night with the heebee jeebees
Fretting and sweating cos it ain't goin' easy
Your ass is food
My spirits are greedy
Look sharp - Gypsy's putting down the lyrical gris-gris
Candles are lit - this sketch is in the can
You shouldn't be messing with the obeah man
You shouldn't be running your mouth off like that
I got the heavy mojo, duppy stick, black hat
I ain't sweating 'bout your instigating
Your Enochian calls and your invocation
It won't work, bitch, you got the wrong pronounciation
I'll beat your ass back down the Otz Chim - station to station
I been checking the cards, the bones and the omens
They all say your shit is as old as the romans
They all say it's over - you're finished, it's fated
That grimoire shit you're plying is fucking antiquated
You think you're plugged into the Typhonian current
Searchin' the nightside of Eden
Have you got a warrant?
Hanging with Kenny Grant and the Nu-Isis cronies
Working the Tunnels of Set with your Ophidian homies
I say all you little bitches are a bunch of phonies
I'm playin' old skool, older than most
next to that your paradigms an echo, man, a ghost
like somethin' reconstructed, made up to fit
your shit was put together like an airfix kit
I'll have your skull on my shelf
That's straight - I'm on the level
You're imitating Peter Carroll
I'm skanking with the devil
Better pack up your shit, this battle's been fought
Hail Les Marassa, Les Mystere, Les Mort

Boy in a Suitcase:
OK Gypsy, you claim your shit's authentic
That you got a stick and some Halloween decorations
You claim your style is so cold and relentless
And you're scarier than bitches at the time'a ovulation
But it's like white boys tryin to flow to a beat,
Or white girls claimin they got tha rump
So you a bad-ass powered-up full-on houngan?
Bro, everyone knows white men can't jump
See I gotta claim you just on safari
Like Madonna runnin round in a sari
Yeah, I called the lwa and they came right quick
I ain't gonna claim there's no power in it
Far from it, that shit is intense
But I ain't gonna straddle the commodification fence
Now let's pause for a second while I rip off Jewish culture, coo?
Cause I added up the gematria of Gypsy Lantern just to annoy you
Flippin through the pages of my New Bantam-Megiddo
I get a translation sayin "TzOA'aNI PNS" (PNS, get it? ha! ha!)
Connect those dots and you get four hundred sixteen, ah ha!
Too bad PNS, you fall short of the name of the game
Cuz over in room 418 we put the show-offs to shame
And yeah yeah ceremonial magick's put together like a patchwork quilt
But just wait till I hop in yo window at night and smothah yo' ass in that quilt
Cuz sucka I could be vibratin' Klatuu Barada Nik-Ahem-Achoo
And seventy two Goetic demons would still be comin to get you
Gonna start at the level of little coincidences, won't be that noticeable to you
Like every time you take a bath, your toaster try to hop in wit 'choo
But pretty soon effect's gonna start building on effect
Till this whole obeah man pretense is pretty much wrecked
They be makin your mind's eye see everything so kurupt
Turnin you into Lucifuge's two-holed slut
Swappin your eyes for your gonads and your ass for your elbow
Blockin up your peehole so your whole body turn yellow
Makin you vomit up your soul for centipedes to breed in
The hounds of hell chasing you with Cliff Richard leading
From over the hills you hear a voice go "NOZZZZ!!!!"
And there won't be no recourse to your hoodoo, hoss
Cuz you be on the run from the man named Diesel
Comin to deplete your ass like a fuckin T-cell
See it ain't in the rules, it's how I play the game
In the end every damn system in the world's the same
As long as you can see through the symbolic layers
And symbols aside, bitch, you're the played, I'm the player
Now back up, don't make me take off my lion skin belt
Don't make me beat my initials into ya pelt
Check out this big ass gold buckle, wanna feel?
Hands off, those diamonds be real!
Spellin B-I-A-S, cause the Y-H-V-H's got it in my favor
You just livin in this magick town–I'm the fuckin mayor.
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
14:09 / 18.01.05
I love the bit where he insults me by translating "Gypsy Lantern" into Gematria and comes up with the equation PNS/penis, all without breaking a rhyme. Class. I deliberately didnt respond to that last one though, as the world really doesnt need a hip hop version of the cultural appropriation thread.
 
 
trouser the trouserian
14:25 / 18.01.05
here's a complete Cthulhu hymnal, including the old classic:

Pardon me boy,
Is this the Lair of Great Cthulhu?
In the city of slime,
Where it's night all the time...
 
 
trouser the trouserian
14:46 / 18.01.05
And did those hooves in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy Baphomet
in temple and circle seen?

And did the countenance sublime
Shine forth into our clouded wills
And was the new aeon builded there
Among those dark Satanic mills

Bring me my staff of burning gold
Bring me my statements of desire
Bring me my tarot spread unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from astral fight
Nor shall my wand sleep in hand
'Til we have built PandaemonAeon
In England's green and pleasant land

(sorry mr. Blake, couldn't resist it..)
 
 
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17:06 / 18.01.05
I only wrote out lyrics to "Ghetto Sorceror", but I never recorded it, for the sake of humanity (the chorus in particular is really clunky... hey, I'm a goth, not a rapper!). It's a lot funnier if you picture me singing them in my "Slick Rick" voice to entertain myself on the long, dreary rides to work:

[Verse 1]
Night of April 8, my wand throbbed with Power,
Riding in the ghetto during the Witching Hour,
Cruising with my homies, Grant and Bertiaux,
Blasting out tunes from tha label Death Row!
Then we saw something that made us grab our pagers
Our temple graffitied by some punk-ass New Agers!
We've got all the Qliphoth on our speed dial,
and some monster-headed gods from tha land of tha Nile,
The new age hippies lived in some skanky community,
They worshipped "The Goddess", thought they had immunity,
Their magical ideas were cartoony and 2D,
We wiped them off the planet and then had time for tea,
But then some geeky psychonaut made a play on me,
Me! A master of the Darkside of the Tree! Me!
So I called up my dawg Amprodias,
While he was wanking over Cameron Diaz
Trying to charge a sigil, now his family's holding a vigil!
One night I met a witch, and pagan girls are easy,
I took her to my temple, it started getting sleazy,
We had tantric sex, then she cast a hex that wiped out a foe
which one of you hoes is next?
What's that I hear?
The old religions shaking in fear,
'cuz it's clear that their end is near!
Fuck Christian art, I'm queer for Austin Spare!
Blood vs. Crips, Thelemites versus Christians,
God's gonna get hurt when Horus comes out swingin'!
I don't need to scry, to tell you that Osiris' gonna end up with a black eye and all the Xtians gonna cry 93 tears in the sky when the Hawk pecks out Jesus' eyes so say bye, Pisces, bye, cuz your God's about to die and that's no lie!

[Chorus]
'Cuz I'm a ghetto sorceror, out ta slaughter your
old systems and orders in my bad-ass flying saucer, so ya better get your shit in order cuz I'm comin' after ya aura, boy!

[Verse 2]
Some brothers use a gat, but I use a wand,
There's only room for one of us in Nuit's pond,
Try to take me on?
I'll knock your lame ass flat!
Gonna use your Old Aeon as my new welcome Ma'at!
You worship some old fool, I worship a cat,
She'll claw your soul to shreds, you da bomb Sistah Bast!
You say dat you're in, you say you're where it's at,
You're not a player, you're a poser like Hyatt!
I'd like to introduce ya to two of my homies,
H.P. Lovecraft, and Alesiter Crowley,
Aleister Crowley once fucked a tree,
and he'll shoot ya down with his sorcery!
I fucked some nun pussy with the "Book of the Law"
Then I sodomized a priest till his ass was sore!
"Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be the Whole of the Law?"
Heed them words, bitch, that's why you're my new whore.
In touch with the Old Ones? Bitch, you must be kidding!
Your Necronomicon's lamer then the Simon edition!
I'll swallow your curses, turn them into some mittens,
then feed ya busta-soul to my cat and her kittens!
So you've written a book that you call "Liber Light",
I've given it one look and call it "Liber Shite",
You claim that it's new and "in", so why's it on LLewellyn?
Your theories are older then Robert Anton Wilson!
Check out these rhymes I'm about ta drop,
777 on a motherfuckin' cop!
Your rhymes are like the Meon they don't even exist!
You think yer a secret chief, well meditate on this:
I just did a tarot spread, you were the querent,
The Devil's in your future,
You crossed the Abyss? Bitch, you wish!
I became the Ipsissimus while you were scarfing down Hershey's Kisses!
Like a Voltigeur I'm leaping up the Tree,
Closest you ever came was playing "Frogger" on TV!


[Chorus]
 
 
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17:07 / 18.01.05
I only wrote out lyrics to "Ghetto Sorceror", but I never recorded it, for the sake of humanity (the chorus in particular is really clunky... hey, I'm a goth, not a rapper!). It's a lot funnier if you picture me singing them in my "Slick Rick" voice to entertain myself on the long, dreary rides to work:

[Verse 1]
Night of April 8, my wand throbbed with Power,
Riding in the ghetto during the Witching Hour,
Cruising with my homies, Grant and Bertiaux,
Blasting out tunes from tha label Death Row!
Then we saw something that made us grab our pagers
Our temple graffitied by some punk-ass New Agers!
We've got all the Qliphoth on our speed dial,
and some monster-headed gods from tha land of tha Nile,
The new age hippies lived in some skanky community,
They worshipped "The Goddess", thought they had immunity,
Their magical ideas were cartoony and 2D,
We wiped them off the planet and then had time for tea,
But then some geeky psychonaut made a play on me,
Me! A master of the Darkside of the Tree! Me!
So I called up my dawg Amprodias,
While he was wanking over Cameron Diaz
Trying to charge a sigil, now his family's holding a vigil!
One night I met a witch, and pagan girls are easy,
I took her to my temple, it started getting sleazy,
We had tantric sex, then she cast a hex that wiped out a foe
which one of you hoes is next?
What's that I hear?
The old religions shaking in fear,
'cuz it's clear that their end is near!
Fuck Christian art, I'm queer for Austin Spare!
Blood vs. Crips, Thelemites versus Christians,
God's gonna get hurt when Horus comes out swingin'!
I don't need to scry, to tell you that Osiris' gonna end up with a black eye and all the Xtians gonna cry 93 tears in the sky when the Hawk pecks out Jesus' eyes so say bye, Pisces, bye, cuz your God's about to die and that's no lie!

[Chorus]
'Cuz I'm a ghetto sorceror, out ta slaughter your
old systems and orders in my bad-ass flying saucer, so ya better get your shit in order cuz I'm comin' after ya aura, boy!

[Verse 2]
Some brothers use a gat, but I use a wand,
There's only room for one of us in Nuit's pond,
Try to take me on?
I'll knock your lame ass flat!
Gonna use your Old Aeon as my new welcome Ma'at!
You worship some old fool, I worship a cat,
She'll claw your soul to shreds, you da bomb Sistah Bast!
You say dat you're in, you say you're where it's at,
You're not a player, you're a poser like Hyatt!
I'd like to introduce ya to two of my homies,
H.P. Lovecraft, and Alesiter Crowley,
Aleister Crowley once fucked a tree,
and he'll shoot ya down with his sorcery!
I fucked some nun pussy with the "Book of the Law"
Then I sodomized a priest till his ass was sore!
"Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be the Whole of the Law?"
Heed them words, bitch, that's why you're my new whore.
In touch with the Old Ones? Bitch, you must be kidding!
Your Necronomicon's lamer then the Simon edition!
I'll swallow your curses, turn them into some mittens,
then feed ya busta-soul to my cat and her kittens!
So you've written a book that you call "Liber Light",
I've given it one look and call it "Liber Shite",
You claim that it's new and "in", so why's it on LLewellyn?
Your theories are older then Robert Anton Wilson!
Check out these rhymes I'm about ta drop,
777 on a motherfuckin' cop!
Your rhymes are like the Meon they don't even exist!
You think yer a secret chief, well meditate on this:
I just did a tarot spread, you were the querent,
The Devil's in your future, your karma's going on clearance!
You crossed the Abyss? Bitch, you wish!
I became the Ipsissimus while you were scarfing down Hershey's Kisses!
Like a Voltigeur I'm leaping up the Tree,
Closest you ever came was playing "Frogger" on TV!


[Chorus]
 
 
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17:12 / 18.01.05
Damn! double post strikes again.:\
 
 
LVX23
20:50 / 18.01.05
GL, you rock for digging those up.
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
13:55 / 27.01.05
To the tune of Notorious B.I.G.'s "Gimme the loot":

My man Aiwaz left a charter and a stele at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one to three, he be chanting 93
I'm ready to get this grade paper AC, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my robes are looking kinda tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie get the magic chest
No need for that, just sacrifice the fucking cat
The first spirit that's fat the athame is to his back
Magic wand, I'm enchanting yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like banishing: stick and move, stick and move
Aiwaz, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been summoning Goetia since the slave ships
with the same witch and the same grimoire
Do as thou wilt, Ra Hoor Kuit is sure to score
That's my word, MacGregor Mathers even try to bogart
have Moina singing "It's so hard..."
Love under will is my fucking attitude
because the Beast that play pussy that's the Great Beast that's getting screwed...
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
14:03 / 27.01.05
Damn, I'm bored at work today...
 
 
trouser the trouserian
14:09 / 27.01.05
Here's a nice little game you can play with someone's toes:

This little piggy went to malkuth
This little piggy went to yesod
This little piggy went to tiphareth
This little piggy went to daath
Annd this little piggy refused the oath of the abyss, became a black brother and devoted his life to ultimate evil!

Does anyone recall any of Crowley's limericks? I can only remember the first two lines of...

There was a young man named Grant
Who wanted to B*gger his aunt...
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
14:22 / 27.01.05
To clarify my last post a little, on the title track of Biggie's first album "Ready to Die" he shouts out the line "The Notorious One in Full Effect! 93!". Whilst this is almost certainly a reference to 1993, the year that the record was made, it does also make him sound curiously like a Thelemite.

I mentioned this to Illmatic, who observed that Crowley did describe Aiwaz as being of swarthy appearance and proud. Leading us to speculate that Crowley may well have simply been channeling Biggie. Perhaps the strange robes worn by Aiwaz were simply Karl Kani.

93, motherfuckers.
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
14:24 / 27.01.05
"No more Thoth deck tarot, one two three
One two three, the Supernals of the tree is a mystery
I hear Ipsissimus's talk about it
But I stay drawing circles with the motherfuckin chalk around it"
 
 
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22:07 / 19.04.05
she picked up the trinket,
so worthless the test,
the soldiers don't go there,
for there they find rest,

a hall full of crystals,
a brown robe so worn,
the light hits the floor,
a carrier of dawn,

a liar once truthed,
a test thats too hard,
advice that comes freely,
with turning of cards,

towards the lost circle,
a number unknown,
always a lie,
until all are shown.
 
 
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02:46 / 21.07.05
To the edge,
Yeah look down now,
A starlit plain in a new world and your,
Trying to tear the the dream in two,
Trying to show what was never there,

And I'm paying for you,
Paying for me,
How many lies for your locked down city,
Paying for you,
Paying for me,
How many crawling in your locked down city,

Just read the rules,
Carry on walking,
Just keep your head down to the floor,
Just read the rules,
Don't ask nothing,
We got a whole book for your every question,

I'm paying for you,
Paying for me,
How many lies for your locked down city,
Paying for you,
Paying for me,
How many crawling in your locked down city,

Yeah it's burning you,
Yeah it's burning you fucker,
You're looking at us but we're already there,
Yeah it's burning you,
Yeah it's burning you fucker,
You're looking at us but we're already there,

Because we saw the cracks and looked through the glass,
Walked the levels and set the symbols,
Drew out the lines and set on fire,
Drew out the lines and set on fire,
Drew out the lines and set on fire,
And the water will catch us when we jump onto that plain.
 
 
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02:52 / 21.07.05
Which might read pretty naff, but it came with a tune, and the tune was playing in my head as I wrote it. I could really fucking do with a guitar right now to catch that tune aswell, because those lyrics are only half of the thing.

Karma eh? Fuck it.
 
 
power vacuums & pure moments
06:47 / 21.07.05
Thought scars perception
catergorical disconnection
Aristotle set us up
Crowley laughed
and Leary tripped
but still we grip our vaguely
monotheist microscopes
and cut infinity into quotidian segments
till the truth kicks us in the
face and its too late/too late in
the game for this -
Fuck compassion ive got a paradigm to shift
by any means because FYI chaos never died,
the orbits of the dancing stars align,
and we rise to where and what uncertain...
 
 
LykeX
16:26 / 21.07.05
That's some real shit you've got there, Gypsy. Maaaad street props.
 
 
Quantum
17:38 / 21.07.05
(to the tune of 'Kung Fu Fighting' by Carl Douglas 1974)

'Everybody was sig-il-ising,
*wanky wanky wank wank wank wank wank* (please add this bit onto the end of each verse as it's tedious to repeat)

Those wanks were fast as lightning

In fact it was a little bit frightening

But they wanked with expert timing...'


that's enough of that gag. Check out the class original lyrics though;
'(Yeah) So, homeys, gather round,
(Right round) I'll pick you up and go on,
Take you pound for pound,
Cos I'm the only man that'll please ya,
I got a little somethin' that'll tease ya.'
 
 
LVX23
15:32 / 21.03.06
AmeriKKKa's Most Haunted

east side west side santa cruz
k-2-3's in that hizzy with tha g-force, yo
fillin your crunk holy grail
with that muthafuckin blood of saints, dig?

yo yo yo
now lemme tell ya how it really be
i joined the OTO when i was only 3
i crossed tha abyss before you learned to walk
i was speakin with angels fore you could even talk
hoffman's baby turned the light on inside
and mckenna's machine elves had nowhere ta hide
spinnin & ravin & livin tha dream
while you was askin ya mom if you could watch tha a-team
my tactics are plastic, freeform, and elastic
i bend and adapt to tha swirling fantastic
you sucka's are caged behind bars of belief
my bullets of light are your only relief
you mumble sign language like that gorilla koko
you think you're too good for us like joel biroco
sittin in your dusty flat talkin out your ass
your Word of the Aeon
was just a puff of gas
now i ain't sayin BiaS is a bitch
but i seen him buyin vagisil to sooth his itch
and gypsy whateva, word to your mother
she told me you was played when i was under her cover

chorus:
some mutherfuckas talkin big game
actin like they stole the chariot flame
sucka ass wizards you're just payin rent
cause i own this shit and i'm here to represent

word

witness my vision listen to my voice
to renounce your whack ways is the only choice
like a funeral pyre you're nothing but flames
like crowley's jeans you're just white stains
you callin up buffy while i'm hangin with horus
that noise in your ears is my apocalypse chorus
throw out the wormwood and stock up on tamiflu
my words'll infect you like chinese bird flu
come to my crib and see my worldly riches
cristal & caviar & and pancakes bitches!
i got bling on every surface and gold on the walls
you gotta wear shades just to see down the halls
and sugar walls..
cause I got
shorties for miles bouncin they titties
flashin me smiles and strokin they kitties
I got
shorties for miles bouncin they titties
flashin me smiles and strokin they kitties
cause i'm large...
magister of tha muthafuckin temple, g

Chorus:
some muthafuckas talkin big game
actin like they stole tha chariot flame
sucka ass wizards you just payin rent
cause i own this shit and i'm here ta represent

i'm like:
jack parsons with a better hair style
or
brad pitt with a devil-may-care smile
i'm... rollin up tha philly's for the 4-2-0
the beast is my bitch and babalon's my ho
but you rollin with skeezers quotin chaos geezers
your dick's get hard only when you're in tha freezer
or six feet under stiff in a pine box
soul torn asunder by hungry death jocks
i'll send you to tha black lands by blade, trump, & sigil
notify your loved one's you gonna need a vigil
by candlelight
silhouette against the moon under cover of night
you'll see me...
and with your last dying breath you croak:

"Muthafucka! LVX23!"
 
 
Bruno
21:56 / 21.03.06
weak
 
 
LVX23
22:24 / 21.03.06
Did you read the thread? My post was a response to the Gypsy vs. BiaS rap-off upstream. I'm not a rapper, never want to be, and I just pulled that out of my ass. Obviously, you're far more talented than me, Bruno, so maybe you could offer us one of your own...? Or does your talent lie solely in criticism?
 
 
Bruno
06:26 / 22.03.06
Yes. Yours is more like Sypha's.
Probably not.
No. But if you're gonna write battle rhymes (jokingly or not) then expect criticism whether it's typed or in the reader's head, right? Isn't that the point?

-Carl-
 
  

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