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The Section Watches, Part 3
On tonight's Channel 2 Special Programming Segment we visit the lives of the most notorious villains to visit our studios. First is a man known only as Icarus, a man on trial for adversely affecting the American economy by manipulating the price of copper. He claims to be responsible for the convoluted and corrupt American political system and boasts that not only will he be released from prison soon but he will also be given high honors by the President himself. While that last remains to be seen, what we are showing you right now is a video recorded by Icarus in 2001.  I rotate among destroyed estates with four angles, the chosen of poorer angels, sold for diamonds, souls and 90 bangles sore and angry, I bore strange speech into stones with my bare feet considered a rare breed by those that care about pedigrees, I soar over raging seas on wax wings and sad strings put my back to the reefs that held me close for so long grown stronger from prolonged exposure, I strode alone down Chicago roads a god on his post, in this lawless cold they tried to rob me of comraderie an odd pod is my shore in chaotic seas, a tree shorn of it's leaves, my born degrees were a short brief in stormy ink to conform is not to believe, I am a chameleon, a spy with swords in an enemy port seize sensory reports with live feeds streamed at high speeds, fishing for minds in these mined streets leaves me dying to eat once more I take flight and fly away from this ironic feast, gone are the tonics I drink and now my body is weak flopping gruesomely, pools of feathers and glue drool at my feet donning shoes carved from stars I choose to move East, away from the sun's death, each step brings me breath tuned in relief among the blue and green screens my aggressive actions were red and black, arrested and attacked for protecting my assets, the masses are fed lies about my methods and tactics there is no redemption for these fascists, I will take their first born, they will know grief everlasting "they don't know what I'm capable of..." these thoughts cause me to leave the scene laughing... Suddenly an outburst, from the crowd chanting "Sheep Lord!!!" as Sheep entered the studio by swinging down from rafters via his grapple gun. As the reporter goes to intro this mysterious vigilante, the chanting continues and the roars get louder. It is obvious the crowd loathes and loves the vigilante.....the reporter proceeds to question this mystery man...  Sly disturbance it wasn't Sheep Lord in earnest some reporter cat asked me about my origins so I went pouring in/ see I was born on the platoon afternoon after scoops and fries dooms and dyes now I arise from awaken from solitude of a fortress I was in/ saw them caves so I patterned it after bats, watch me map the city with my civilian days behind me as the cities architect I respectively decline your offer is what I spoke to the last builder designer that employed my services/ after seeing too many murders, robberies and corrupted cops and political figures now I had to mask up from a million dollars under debt and recluse from society/ poetic by the sobriety notoriety tumble through lives wise cracking mirrors around the dim rooms lite sucker emcees get evicted by the sickest vilest villian/ never a torturer I’m a poker and prodigal sun shovel pan layer extorting those whom be good but doing nothing by the means they scheme and protest, regress and assess my extreme measures with dental pleasures/ stoned topics this optical kerosene killed a building full of fiends, dealers and squealers/ now those shall yield, field days domes are a Dumile to those MFers I was like Grimm in the old days/ getting caps pealed like oranges and busted like watermelons timed bombs do all the telling/ fast forward weeks of nothing but creeps, killers and Starbucks knuckle up chuck duck the freaks who just bleep the skips out cha ads/ so as the reporter continued to grill me, he proceeded to ask me how cha get those scars and ridiculous tattooed famed name/ replied simply I got cut by a switched blade grenade faster blade cascade then I begun to massacre masquerades in guises only a rapper could do/ they begun to chant cha “Sheep Lord” I beat the promo guy with a two by four cuz he didn't break the bank and ship the shanks by the way I was also tanked/ There is a river of static through the feed and each screen becomes covered distorted by a smattering of black and white dots that makes it hard to see what is happening. A hooded figure coalesces from the chaos of black and white and the eerie figure begins to speak in a digitized voice...  bronze be locked as a prophet, on point with the logic my philosophics, peace through war, control demographics iron fist dictatorships, from fascist to the soviets, a holy grip around the necks is what we controllin with, villianous aggresion teach a lesson in a vocal session, suckas emcees go get a bodyguard a guru on the topic, assassin pioneer, eagle optics, silence every round remained silent, first shot right through his eyelids little did i know, there was a spy kid, dive hide behind the dresser the oppressor rocked the surpressor catcher for the ejecter click, reload! - emerge in black cloak, angels of death note spoke form a cross, speak the oath, blessed be bestowed to those we owe let em know, the Section watches while they slip from control absolve my power, sent to the stockade, never barricade my aura mental explorer, scan the universe, gain a plethora of scholars envision horrors, that stagnat the populace to plateau decline, reup three fold, so they implant while holdin the remote my soul stroll desolate locations, solo segregation for holdin to much influence among weaker populations, the mason!! vacatin every vagrant that displays flagrent receive a free vacation for your brain station, if i ever find you two facin grand standing ovation for the needle injection, last breathe.......... ressurection, rebirth of the bronze prophet resistence is futile, invade the stereo object, peerin through the peak of an obelisk, 5 ominous figures rose from darkness, heartless, nameless and faceless seek revenge, so the blood on there conscious is tasteless In the silence that follows the hooded figure's transmission the lights flicker before finally dying with a low groan. An invisible pressure builds in the small studio and suddenly the windows blow out into the city's streets slick with rain that continues to fall in a steady tattoo. Lightning flashes and a figure is illuminated for a split second. In that moment a voice reaches into your mind and whispers in a voice that is foreign and familiar at the same time...  Deadly defiant dangerous death dealer, Engineering enemy execution excrementing ether, Aware and angered arsenic aborted angler, Delivering desolation demoralizing destruction dangler, D.E.A.D. Deadly/Escalater/Archaic/Damager! DREAD HEART DEATH SPARK DEAD THOUGHTS WRANGLER, Optimize your pain and minimize your presence, treat your essence like a peasant economically wreck it, ingest this essence fortified with toxic heavy metals, The ghetto's trying to pull strings ends up getting elbowed, diaphrams smashed graphic I collapse lungs tragic, snap legs like matchsticks pound faces like drums, *caked in dirt and mud, I slake my thirst with blood* after locks comes exterior chains, scale fences move through the rain, slow discret silent steppin feet, move like blinks blurs all you see, stealth harm I bring gasp! no screams, larynx lacerated air passages bleed, binocular sights fall from galvanized greed, granite and green pistons oilish sheen, I come clean soap rinsed brains dream, arena collide metal swords surprize, between the eyes demean and derive, the foolish with pride all ego's aside, rented rentals drunken dangerous rides, elmers glue sticky slippy before dry, contained elements and compounds chide, back sides of childish criminal minds, continue to climb space shuttled shine, damage rectified new improved design, mathematical primes highlited blades twinkling eyes... As the panicked mob rushes from the studio into the streets, the cameras are knocked to the ground and only a few more minutes of footage is salvageable from the wrecked recording room. From an angled position on the floor the camera seems to be pointed at one of the walls next to the blown out window. A lone monitor, miraculously unbroken hisses with static behind a chair trampled to irregular broken bits. The screen pulses with a red light for a moment and suddenly two figures are visible from chest to floor. The first is garbed in crimson robes trimmed in thread-of-gold and the fabric never rests, it ripples and flickers as if flames resided within the cloth's fibers. The second figure's robes were a black that seemed to drink in any light directed its way and it never wavered an inch, the driving winds from the storm outside never disturbed the tattered garment. The two face each other for perhaps the length of a few breaths then turn and leave the studio without another word.
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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 Last edited by BornPower; 04-08-2011 at 05:05 PM. |
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04-07-2011, 09:43 AM
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^agreed.. sux havin to stop n scroll down in the middle of verses..
this shit is epic tho, dope presentation with the narration n shit everyone came thru with sum nice lines too --------- seize sensory reports with live feeds streamed at high speeds, fishing for minds in these mined streets leaves me dying to eat a tree shorn of it's leaves, my born degrees were a short brief in stormy ink ----- by the means they scheme and protest, regress and assess my extreme measures with dental pleasures/ stoned topics this optical kerosene killed a building full of fiends, dealers and squealers/ now those shall yield, field days domes are a Dumile to those MFers I was like Grimm in the old days ------------- little did i know, there was a spy kid, dive hide behind the dresser the oppressor rocked the surpressor catcher for the ejecter ressurection, rebirth of the bronze prophet resistence is futile, invade the stereo object, peerin through the peak of an obelisk, 5 ominous figures rose from darkness --------- Optimize your pain and minimize your presence, treat your essence like a peasant economically wreck it, diaphrams smashed graphic I collapse lungs tragic, snap legs like matchsticks pound faces like drums, *caked in dirt and mud, I slake my thirst with blood* |
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04-08-2011, 11:48 AM
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yea, reduce that font a little bit
this was dope, i like how this series is coming together and this piece kind of added a new dimension to it. like an intermission with action lol peace famos |
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04-08-2011, 04:14 PM
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suh'm like a movie..I see I see...still reading...
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04-08-2011, 04:20 PM
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...live...
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04-08-2011, 04:45 PM
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peace, Tone. would love to get you on a joint
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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 |
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04-09-2011, 12:43 AM
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right KutS...you check the latest...trying a' manifest the ressurection via wtc...
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04-09-2011, 12:59 AM
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i c u reconnecting through the earth. i need to get like you, especially considering my unstable circumstances.
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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 |
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04-09-2011, 06:36 PM
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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 |
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04-11-2011, 10:01 AM
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whoa man crazy writing damn your elevating!
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One of the best pieces I've had the pleasure of reading on here.
See if I can jump on the next one ?
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