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OTB
08-07-2008, 07:15 PM
Peace yall-

this is how we bring it:

OTB is flyin the arrows (>)
Prophet Picasso is slashin with the sword (/)




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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>


Weíll 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 thatís 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 Zionís 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 lifeís imminent crush/
livin amongst criminal drunks slippin dust and cinnamon blunts/
Iím 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 trackís 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 treasureís in heaven/
my pleasureís 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/
hereís 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>



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Then He took the cup, gave thanks, and said, "Take this and divide it among yourselves"
Luke 22:17

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Ritter
08-07-2008, 07:18 PM
Holy shit... this is epic.

Every dart has a quotable.

Y'all murdering heads.

Wu-Corp's finest, hands down.

Y'all should be trialed for lyrical murder.

Guarded By Martyrs
08-07-2008, 07:32 PM
OTB is an unwell dude...

Loving this bro, lots of quality and loads of quantity !!!!!!!

"We raisin hell in Tel Aviv, rollin trees in candela leaves/
belive the track’s felt, lyrical black belts in twelve degrees"

Oh yeah^

OTB
08-07-2008, 08:39 PM
yo Picasso SNAPPED yo>

Me and O build like Othniel in the fields next to Zionís 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/


yo that very well might be the tightest rhyme i've ever layed eyes upon-
i mean it-

Proph P, you aint no joke dude-

Prophet Picasso
08-07-2008, 09:19 PM
It's an honor to raise my sword next to an emcee of OTB's caliber.


The ground has been broken.

Anonymity
08-07-2008, 09:27 PM
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/

classic shit there the whole song is a quotable in my opinon completely raw with knowledge in it makes it a real nice track epic if recorded....

Suga Duga
08-08-2008, 05:05 AM
dopeness

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-08-2008, 03:26 PM
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..

wtf man damn this was some next level shit son damn lyrical murder

OTB
08-28-2008, 07:08 PM
http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk143/OTBOTB1/eve.jpg

yall know-

OTB flyin arrows (>>)
Prophet Picasso swingin the sword (//)







we went for a brief sabbatical, deep meditation on madrigals and chants increased our savvy>
a weekly medication of wheat wafers and red wine granted our release from the Abbey>
O and Picasso rhyme synchronized like Olympic Chinese divers>
before the ink dries, wise flows wet the uncivilized like seismic geysers>>

These heathens is ludicrous, itís time for the Eucharist/
take a sip from the chalice before you kiss the crucifix
feel the blood of Jesus entwined wit your double helix/
yo stomach yearns for this burnt loafís crumbled pieces/
this do in remembrance of me, in reverence of OTB/
resemblance of old priests who sip on cold green tea/
blended wit dragonís blood, hashish and holy water/
willin to sacrifice my only daughter upon a holy altar/
we a holy order of which many prophets prophesied/
probly why I be Melchizedek and OTB is Malachi/
we got Gandhiís mind wit the heart of Selassie I/
ay, O, cock the nine, itís gon be a homicide in Palestine//

nah P, brass-tip hollows to they belly with the Nova Pump Benelli>
then let's go dine on fine wine and mezze ova at the Lebanese deli>
recognize, we bring skills to the battle like Hezekiah and Jeru>
yall still eat fattened-cattle and attach to scandal like Benjamin Netanyahu>>

This snack is subtle as crack vapors, these cats lack flavor/
my inkís liquid cocaine, I write white light on black paper/
I spit superbĖnouns, superlatives, adjectives and verbs/
my written word is a bitter herb grown on a littered curb/
where kids hold nicks to serve while gettin perved/
where licks occur and shots from pistol grips is heard//

back in the saddle de facto on the path to the last tabernacle>
tacklin' scavengin' rap jackals and jabbin' Exacto scalpals at Adam's apples>
Holy throats spit holistic quotes to uplift minds from Popes to local okey-dokes>
we rope folks souls in with lines like hooks on ocean-soaked, Tokyo-coast, Cobra boats>>

I take pictures of the scriptures, noble Biblical fixtures/
mystical mixtures of risen prophets hittin on Swishers/
fishers of men, Semites from Nazareth to Bethlehem/
manhandlers of Nephilim, panhandlers wit precious gems/
mini-uzis made wit rubies, hand grenades made of jade/
I prayed for days til Yahweh gave me a platinum blade/
to slash the face of pagan intruders, invaders of Judah/
takers of jewels whoís brains been replaced with computers//

rhymes is updated, mastered, and filed in the Toshiba Pentium3 PC>
e-emceez lives get cut short like the bastard child of David and Bathsheba in the 11th century B.C.>
the East-Coast Deacon speaks words equal to the secrets of the cosmos>
I'll reveal a sequel to Ezekiel if Picasso be like "Yo O, vamos.">>

We spit the secret science of the streets to sleepin giants/
heat beside us, risin like Osirus against a Greek alliance/
reekin violence upon brethren who donít keep the silence/
or who speak defiance of instruction or Elohim reliance/
we reach horizons of Atlantis, the Phantom and the Mantis/
prayin by candlelight, hidden from the satellite antennas//

I grab the quill and write then my wrist takes flight>
wax aerial like Daedalus and Icarus, yall still on some Orville Wright>
mortals woeful plights birthed when the Princes strike for spite>
a genesis lit when a pit viper convinced old earth to take that bite>>

All day, we don berets and trade gems like spices in Bombay/
from the concave, make fascist bastids snort ashes at Pompeii/
we top grade lyricists appearin in images on pyramid walls/
you hearin the call from the mount, but you fearin the Law/
break yo calf in half, leave ya golden fleeces broke in pieces/
my wrath is cold like frozen pizzas, but my flow is Jesus/
I can turn a hoe to priestess, anointed like Mosesí nieces/
overthrowin the Pope and Caesar wit my spoken speeches//

harems resurrect as chapels after one verse from my comrade Picasso>
darts carom off satan with an acceleration greater than Saharan siroccos>
with one pawn I smote the king and queen at dawn>
hence all bridges drawn as I float between the moat's most remote fence and lawn>
I've easily beaten the malfeasance of Sanhedrin priests and the weakened beast of Eden>
feed on this feast of freedom to release the grief wreaked by these defeated creatures and demons>>







http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk143/OTBOTB1/jesus.jpg

And He said, "Bring them here to me." Then He looked up to Heaven and said a blessing. Then He broke the loaves and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. And they all ate and were satisfied.
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Ritter
08-28-2008, 11:45 PM
Some of the best darts I've read here. Ever.

"I can turn a hoe to priestess, anointed like Moses’ nieces/
overthrowin the Pope and Caesar wit my spoken speeches//"

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-29-2008, 12:13 AM
damn sometimes you guys make it like we can't keep up with ur lyrical lines this was lyrical murder without heardin the sheep to the slaughter

Rain
09-21-2008, 02:53 AM
Not bad at all. Some things were a little stretched out but can be reworded for flow.
I give this a b+ to a-

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-21-2008, 02:58 AM
we went for a brief sabbatical, deep meditation on madrigals and chants increased our savvy>
a weekly medication of wheat wafers and red wine granted our release from the Abbey>
O and Picasso rhyme synchronized like Olympic Chinese divers>
before the ink dries, wise flows wet the uncivilized like seismic geysers>>

These heathens is ludicrous, itís time for the Eucharist/
take a sip from the chalice before you kiss the crucifix
feel the blood of Jesus entwined wit your double helix/
yo stomach yearns for this burnt loafís crumbled pieces/
this do in remembrance of me, in reverence of OTB/
resemblance of old priests who sip on cold green tea/
blended wit dragonís blood, hashish and holy water/
willin to sacrifice my only daughter upon a holy altar/
we a holy order of which many prophets prophesied/
probly why I be Melchizedek and OTB is Malachi/
we got Gandhiís mind wit the heart of Selassie I/
ay, O, cock the nine, itís gon be a homicide in Palestine//

nah P, brass-tip hollows to they belly with the Nova Pump Benelli>
then let's go dine on fine wine and mezze ova at the Lebanese deli>
recognize, we bring skills to the battle like Hezekiah and Jeru>
yall still eat fattened-cattle and attach to scandal like Benjamin Netanyahu>>

this portion of the joint still gets me everytime wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ChristO
09-21-2008, 01:43 PM
...closing in on them devils. trues, trues...