The Section Watches, Part 2 - Wu-Tang Corp. - Official Site of the Wu-Tang Clan

BornPower · 02-17-2011, 02:10 PM

HalfKuttSkeleton
Bronze Feet
Sheep Lord
Magma
H. Notik

WE NOW INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING FOR A CHANNEL TWO NEWS BRIEF

We are reporting live from the North Side Prison site
where an unknown force of villains have broken free and taken flight
each missing has a history of city terrorizing
and it was thought that these walls would house each for life
but not so because tonight our news team has exclustive rights
to film this historic event as it relates to our bottom line
we will follow behind our city's heroes as they try
to apprehend these viscious villains and bring the good fight
back to the studio, this is Mood Mic
in earlier news a former villain is loosed
paid prison dues he is shifty and suspicious but there is no illegal proof
six-three, skinny and rude
with his green locs and protruding teeth, I wouldn't approach him if I were you
be sure to view our upcoming udates later, stay tuned
that is my conclusion, signing off, this is Channel Two

the metal cage swings wide,
my wet spliff is ignited and my arrival is now official
stripped of dignity, autonomy and without ritual
my illegal fiscal schemes were halted by costumed teams
a roster of heat to rival my once-towering regime,
I come back as a powerful king trapped under rags and rotting teeth
from the tops of trees I watch the new crop proceed,
the cops are weak and the new gods don't have the heart to bleed
this is my artistry,
I twist hearts and pit pawns against their own queens
sworn to deceive those without the force to perceive,
I spin storms of grief and tore the streets with hordes of bees
torpedoes with gold teeth,
from hidden stores I plot wars and hoard an assortment of batteries
scrap factions and fleets with drills, ratchets and springs,
reconstructed with my corrupted feed we are ready for the invasion to proceed
repaid in screams for my patience,
by linking ancient evil with steel I've created pieces of me via machinery
only a sword can turn a riot to peace,
our ends are agreed but I believe violence to be the strongest means
apply this to life, boards and pieces
I march forth as the Lord Reaper, armies of demonic qualitY follow me....

watch as this bronze man, rounds up all civilians
takes em away in large caravans of white mini vans
simply systematic, sinister sly syllables psychotic,
watch us drop the metronome, injecting narcotics
robotic limbs enhance kinetic motion,
cybernetic devotion, alas,
we put you in a state of commotion, high tide oceans
run red with red rum, war drums black out the sun
drunk off my evilness, spread the vibe if you feelin this
extract the ingrediants, we devious deviants devisin
downfalls of desperados degrading deadly hollows
death machines dealin out demons who dreadly follow
chain gang revival, no chance for survival
swing a pendulum and walk through time portal
Section 9 henchmen, forever reborn immortal
codename Phoenix, never achieve heights of my zenith
the most villianous, do it cause its the easiest!

I spin the death toll, evidence of souls reborn,
with-in the spectrum, all our mortal sins have scorned,
societies surface, steady worsens done with purpose,
bad intention line of hearses, wakes held in churches!
my eyes are focused, eliminate evil and greed,
S-9 existence similar to the devil some never believe,
high exhaulted! ~ my power makes the sinister fall to their knees,
stuck in a vacuum, justifying wrongs with reason and pleas,
snap the back bone! evil doers commiting treason will bleed,
there will be blood you value oil while plotting your schemes,
any season I walk the earth see the torn and beaten,
self centered egotistical culture of cheatin',
no one's willing to lend a hand or help if they aint eatin',
I'll ingest ether and inhale poisonous vapors,
save it for later and spit it in the face of devilsh neighbors,
I know your darkest secrets foolish if you think their hidden,
stone face unforgiven on your tombstone i"ll scrawl,
"Here lies the remains that made the morticians skin crawl",
take a deep drawl inhale the death stench of the vile,
sly crocodile see my enormous sharp teethy smile,
right before my jaw snaps and sever's another treacherous neck,
high intellect every move is thought out ahead 17 steps,
marked for death my hands hold the carpenter's nail,
stigmata have you bleeding out your eyes as I play with your entrails,
childs play viscious cycles I wash them away,
here to balance the world and bring it out of the shadows of corruption's dark decay!

straight from the gutter no wonder you getting scared
up out the abyss in swamps surveying the poison lands
decayment and voices chant "Notik is your master now"
behold the bastard style well equipped with the fattest sound
automated I slaughter blaze divine caught up with the sky
shot at god with flames untill he cooked an fried...
now you in for pain saturate your brain
lacerate ya face with rusty razorblades and bend your fucking frame...
I am iller dun grab ahold and twist the sun
treat you like a peasent while your squads getting overun
underneath the streets well beneath the sewer caps
leave your body tied up eaten by the sewer rats
tote a ruger blast cant avoid the voodoo cast
now your head is shrinking while i'm drinking out a putrid flask
roll the dankest chronic grown within an ancient coffin
execution style what up poison yo commence the chopping
defense is conquered when i flip inject the toxins
and I sip the whisky sauces you aint ready for the gauntlet bitches
diggin ditches every night 6 feet deep is a delight
aint no light when the reaper slashes closing eyes
aint no suprise yo it's H DOT who spits the hardest
getting high eating acid in the poison garden

Scours the rooftops, backdrops of a city in ruin
the smell of death and stench of doom is everywhere/
we ventured from the turmoil of the 80's with Regan in charge
to the Bushes running over everything to the 90s perched up on a rooftop/
Sheep Lord journal it's February 6th, 19 whatever all the death and doom site seen
dead regime time machine now those who banned us/
want us light-pole shadow alley jockey like myself screaming “Save Us”
and ill politely respond “NO!!!!!”/
who knew people could fly let alone bounce off the pavement
dead man dropped fifty feet into central park/
back from the depths of the cold, windy bridges and paranoid visions
surrealistically your not fathomable admirable, its Sheep Lord back on the prowl/
cracking skulls busting balls, masked up with the trenches in tow
making me so not rocking this cape suggested by the seamstress/
murking heads, dead vets by they way the tame there pets
out cha identity like Ozymandias and Hollis Mason/
step in the pulp mode deaths row, blessed soul, crushed coal
out the shadows snapping crooks arms, from slapping a bitch/
hear an apparent suicidal action cross town, making ways
slipping through police patrol unnoticed with tombstone quotient on it/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS · 02-18-2011, 09:55 AM

damn this goes hard

INF · 02-18-2011, 01:11 PM

parts one and two are creativity at its utmost.everyone wrote well and provided great visuals.Its iLL all the angles that are shown through the different writers handling the diff characters and settings.

thanks for the read and BIG UP cuz yall some writers for real.

PEACE

JehovAllah · 02-18-2011, 02:54 PM

yea this shits monstrous

every one dropped sickness

magma's shit was my fav

I'll ingest ether and inhale poisonous vapors,
save it for later and spit it in the face of devilsh neighbors,

THE MASON · 02-19-2011, 09:52 AM

thanks for coming through and checkin out the piece!!

i definitely like the writtens from everyone, i feel me and magma verses flowed illly like smoke on water

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS · 02-21-2011, 07:09 AM

no doubt i think everybody story telling skills are getting better

whers · 02-21-2011, 12:49 PM

Fresh, great concept, liked all the verses, came together really well.
Nice to see Notik amoung the Section too.
Props .5Kut and well done everyone.
High standards being set.

I'll have to be part of the next one.

BornPower · 02-22-2011, 02:12 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by whers

Fresh, great concept, liked all the verses, came together really well.
Nice to see Notik amoung the Section too.
Props .5Kut and well done everyone.
High standards being set.

I'll have to be part of the next one.

Most def, whers. we look forward to it

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS · 02-22-2011, 05:15 AM

i already got my next verse written

02-17-2011, 02:10 PM	#1
BornPower SiferBorn Join Date: May 2006 Location: Souf CHIolin Age: 31 Posts: 1,248 Blog Entries: 27 Rep Power: 15	The Section Watches, Part 2 HalfKuttSkeleton Bronze Feet Sheep Lord Magma H. Notik WE NOW INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING FOR A CHANNEL TWO NEWS BRIEF We are reporting live from the North Side Prison site where an unknown force of villains have broken free and taken flight each missing has a history of city terrorizing and it was thought that these walls would house each for life but not so because tonight our news team has exclustive rights to film this historic event as it relates to our bottom line we will follow behind our city's heroes as they try to apprehend these viscious villains and bring the good fight back to the studio, this is Mood Mic in earlier news a former villain is loosed paid prison dues he is shifty and suspicious but there is no illegal proof six-three, skinny and rude with his green locs and protruding teeth, I wouldn't approach him if I were you be sure to view our upcoming udates later, stay tuned that is my conclusion, signing off, this is Channel Two the metal cage swings wide, my wet spliff is ignited and my arrival is now official stripped of dignity, autonomy and without ritual my illegal fiscal schemes were halted by costumed teams a roster of heat to rival my once-towering regime, I come back as a powerful king trapped under rags and rotting teeth from the tops of trees I watch the new crop proceed, the cops are weak and the new gods don't have the heart to bleed this is my artistry, I twist hearts and pit pawns against their own queens sworn to deceive those without the force to perceive, I spin storms of grief and tore the streets with hordes of bees torpedoes with gold teeth, from hidden stores I plot wars and hoard an assortment of batteries scrap factions and fleets with drills, ratchets and springs, reconstructed with my corrupted feed we are ready for the invasion to proceed repaid in screams for my patience, by linking ancient evil with steel I've created pieces of me via machinery only a sword can turn a riot to peace, our ends are agreed but I believe violence to be the strongest means apply this to life, boards and pieces I march forth as the Lord Reaper, armies of demonic qualitY follow me.... watch as this bronze man, rounds up all civilians takes em away in large caravans of white mini vans simply systematic, sinister sly syllables psychotic, watch us drop the metronome, injecting narcotics robotic limbs enhance kinetic motion, cybernetic devotion, alas, we put you in a state of commotion, high tide oceans run red with red rum, war drums black out the sun drunk off my evilness, spread the vibe if you feelin this extract the ingrediants, we devious deviants devisin downfalls of desperados degrading deadly hollows death machines dealin out demons who dreadly follow chain gang revival, no chance for survival swing a pendulum and walk through time portal Section 9 henchmen, forever reborn immortal codename Phoenix, never achieve heights of my zenith the most villianous, do it cause its the easiest! I spin the death toll, evidence of souls reborn, with-in the spectrum, all our mortal sins have scorned, societies surface, steady worsens done with purpose, bad intention line of hearses, wakes held in churches! my eyes are focused, eliminate evil and greed, S-9 existence similar to the devil some never believe, high exhaulted! ~ my power makes the sinister fall to their knees, stuck in a vacuum, justifying wrongs with reason and pleas, snap the back bone! evil doers commiting treason will bleed, there will be blood you value oil while plotting your schemes, any season I walk the earth see the torn and beaten, self centered egotistical culture of cheatin', no one's willing to lend a hand or help if they aint eatin', I'll ingest ether and inhale poisonous vapors, save it for later and spit it in the face of devilsh neighbors, I know your darkest secrets foolish if you think their hidden, stone face unforgiven on your tombstone i"ll scrawl, "Here lies the remains that made the morticians skin crawl", take a deep drawl inhale the death stench of the vile, sly crocodile see my enormous sharp teethy smile, right before my jaw snaps and sever's another treacherous neck, high intellect every move is thought out ahead 17 steps, marked for death my hands hold the carpenter's nail, stigmata have you bleeding out your eyes as I play with your entrails, childs play viscious cycles I wash them away, here to balance the world and bring it out of the shadows of corruption's dark decay! straight from the gutter no wonder you getting scared up out the abyss in swamps surveying the poison lands decayment and voices chant "Notik is your master now" behold the bastard style well equipped with the fattest sound automated I slaughter blaze divine caught up with the sky shot at god with flames untill he cooked an fried... now you in for pain saturate your brain lacerate ya face with rusty razorblades and bend your fucking frame... I am iller dun grab ahold and twist the sun treat you like a peasent while your squads getting overun underneath the streets well beneath the sewer caps leave your body tied up eaten by the sewer rats tote a ruger blast cant avoid the voodoo cast now your head is shrinking while i'm drinking out a putrid flask roll the dankest chronic grown within an ancient coffin execution style what up poison yo commence the chopping defense is conquered when i flip inject the toxins and I sip the whisky sauces you aint ready for the gauntlet bitches diggin ditches every night 6 feet deep is a delight aint no light when the reaper slashes closing eyes aint no suprise yo it's H DOT who spits the hardest getting high eating acid in the poison garden Scours the rooftops, backdrops of a city in ruin the smell of death and stench of doom is everywhere/ we ventured from the turmoil of the 80's with Regan in charge to the Bushes running over everything to the 90s perched up on a rooftop/ Sheep Lord journal it's February 6th, 19 whatever all the death and doom site seen dead regime time machine now those who banned us/ want us light-pole shadow alley jockey like myself screaming “Save Us” and ill politely respond “NO!!!!!”/ who knew people could fly let alone bounce off the pavement dead man dropped fifty feet into central park/ back from the depths of the cold, windy bridges and paranoid visions surrealistically your not fathomable admirable, its Sheep Lord back on the prowl/ cracking skulls busting balls, masked up with the trenches in tow making me so not rocking this cape suggested by the seamstress/ murking heads, dead vets by they way the tame there pets out cha identity like Ozymandias and Hollis Mason/ step in the pulp mode deaths row, blessed soul, crushed coal out the shadows snapping crooks arms, from slapping a bitch/ hear an apparent suicidal action cross town, making ways slipping through police patrol unnoticed with tombstone quotient on it/ __________________ weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut

02-18-2011, 09:55 AM	#2
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Section 9 HQ Posts: 8,721 Blog Entries: 1 Rep Power: 46	damn this goes hard __________________ NON IGNORANT...

02-18-2011, 01:11 PM	#3
INF Digital @fterLife 666 Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: laughin and relaxin Age: 33 Posts: 20,062 Rep Power: 105	parts one and two are creativity at its utmost.everyone wrote well and provided great visuals.Its iLL all the angles that are shown through the different writers handling the diff characters and settings. thanks for the read and BIG UP cuz yall some writers for real. PEACE __________________ *The Digital @fterLife Bandcamp page* *http://www.reverbnation.com/theinf* *http://www.youtube.com/user/brix42* *@iLL_LAMBEER* *The INF on Facebook* http://soundcloud.com/thejesus42almighty

02-18-2011, 02:54 PM	#4
JehovAllah -Skampoe- Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: I BE WHERE IM @ Age: 32 Posts: 42,959 Rep Power: 195	yea this shits monstrous every one dropped sickness magma's shit was my fav I'll ingest ether and inhale poisonous vapors, save it for later and spit it in the face of devilsh neighbors, __________________

02-19-2011, 09:52 AM	#5
THE MASON Winter is Coming Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: The North Posts: 11,998 Rep Power: 119	thanks for coming through and checkin out the piece!! i definitely like the writtens from everyone, i feel me and magma verses flowed illly like smoke on water __________________ Click 4 More Beats and Rhymes ELITE STATUS

02-21-2011, 07:09 AM	#6
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Section 9 HQ Posts: 8,721 Blog Entries: 1 Rep Power: 46	no doubt i think everybody story telling skills are getting better __________________ NON IGNORANT...

02-21-2011, 12:49 PM	#7
whers Crash You In The Clouds! Join Date: May 2007 Location: Regenerating Age: 28 Posts: 8,802 Rep Power: 37	Fresh, great concept, liked all the verses, came together really well. Nice to see Notik amoung the Section too. Props .5Kut and well done everyone. High standards being set. I'll have to be part of the next one. __________________ ""

02-22-2011, 05:15 AM	#9
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Section 9 HQ Posts: 8,721 Blog Entries: 1 Rep Power: 46	i already got my next verse written __________________ NON IGNORANT...

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