0
 

home
news
wu-tang clan
bio's
media
store
blogs
forum
contact

Go Back   Wu-Tang Corp. - Official Site of the Wu-Tang Clan > The Lab > Temple Of Darts

Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes
Old 04-10-2010, 06:53 PM   #1
Father Brawnkowsky
Junior Member
 
Join Date: Mar 2010
Posts: 10
Rep Power: 0
Father Brawnkowsky grasshopper
Default Vestibule

Vestibule

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
My gates are inscribed with violence and fear
One foot on Earth and one in Hell
The wind is picking up, I can hear the swell
Bitch's brew brewing and bubbling
The Uncommitted hide together, cuddling


History is ever-living like the ever-green grass
Arises from the graves and bites you in the ass
our Death is eminent, but our Time is relative
just because it's ahead don't mean it's over head
And some of the dead rise again in state and mind
Ancestor's have as much a say to be bad or kind
Control and power grab hold of the hour
And never let go until the milk goes sour
Born in a location that can't foster growth
The soil is rotten we quickly learn to loath
Jungles of concrete with walls that fall down
If no one cares it doesn't need to make a sound
I cannot remember my struggle through birth
I erase my mind hide my face from the church
But I slept troubled with God in my visions
Looking at the sky through solid steel divisions
I was living a life as loose as can be
Until Death broke the silence and came after me
The cause of death, does it really matter?
Tell my story to a brother, his life is no sadder
The CREAM is universal like a play without rehearsal i'm calling to my rifle but it fires in reversal

Drugs pull you in and lead you to escape
Like a light in the dark, gettin stuck to the tape
Every day, you on the prowl for a cop
If you not on top then your mind might stop
Neural connections that pause and scramble
left in Shambles, some shit you can't handle
Burnin candlelight deep deep in the night
Hidin out of sight skin pale and white
you Can't fight, pray to the hand that provides
Insides diggin holes while your conscience collides
With your soul, and now nothing's in control
Mountain's may be high but they're really damn cold
But no worries to you, man i feel your predicament
the world's locked you up, and put you in a containment
operated on you, you nothing but an experiment
the system will keep you all alone in abandonment
vestibule your destination, now prepare for the rainment
Father Brawnkowsky is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 05-08-2010, 12:58 PM   #2
Father Brawnkowsky
Junior Member
 
Join Date: Mar 2010
Posts: 10
Rep Power: 0
Father Brawnkowsky grasshopper
Default

Ducks and Chickens

Words come Clean & Clear
Listerine for your ear
Mister Clean, lemme hear a cheer
WOOOOOHOOOOOOO
one guy running round Christ
like sly gunning Bank heists
to Golden Heights, harmin human rights
I aint an eezy I don't share razors n tazers
But if you don't return the favor then I install another flavor
rain down like hail, lay down, your eyes seeing double
bubble bubble bubbles and now you in some trouble
i do not repeat, I said it once before
i ignore, imagine your downfall while I plan my encore
FREEEEEEEEE BIRDS but donning human skynyrd
human sinners but natural born winners
champions of the fifth percenters
whooooo's the original man ME
the maker, the owner, the cream of the planet WE
Yes Andre 3000, i'm wayyyy outta this world
give lifer because I got the 360 cipher oh lord

pop, pop, WAAAAAH STOP
niggas can't play hard when all they spit is slop
Get me a mop, time to cleeeaaaaaan up
whatsup? RING RING (oh) dinner is free
everything outta mah mouth is like KFC
washing DC, never playing the NPC
don't call yourself an MC, you couldn't rap your ABC
SIFFFUUU WHO ARE YOU
can you train me CHOO CHOO CHOO
or POO POO, what the fuck? the potty kicked my ass
so I wait for the day with a prayer and fast
like Gandhi, i search for Gold in a US foundry
But all i find is an FB bounty
wanted for the death of EEZY county
but didn't murder, I just cleaned laundry
Now you see me, now you don't
Put you in ice, and now you smoked
like a pig on the day Mary pushed out her bundle
of joy wrapped in bacon and flavored with soy
CHING CHING is the sound of your register
opening, cash flow, then closing all empty
except we know where the money lies
except we know where the phony hides
so we fire spitballs, made by our saliva
too bad your toys were kinda made in china
put you in the black land, where the fat man
eats your face, and jerks it with your right hand
firebombs your clan, then hides you in the sand

Ecstatic like Lulu, zoso, and ToTOO
your torso get ripped when I force the spork through your core
you on the floor, but I took your funky shoes
so you aint dancing you hangin with the noose
questin for the POOOOOOOS with duck hunting on the side
my wallet's in segundo but I still hang with the Tribe
slide with the crew's that provide the vibe
from the FUU to the STEW to the everlasting WUUUU
if only you knew, I wouldn't be preaching this verse
even the worst know how to sprint straight and not in reverse
so step up to the line, pray to rain, and cut the chatter
let the hounds outta the pound now you running gasser ladders
Father B-R-A-W-N of the deceased
My size will increase until the eezy's been teased
And my wisdom released
Father Brawnkowsky is offline   Reply With Quote
Reply

Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off

Forum Jump


All times are GMT -5. The time now is 03:09 AM.


Copyright 2000 - 2013 The Wu-Tang Corp. & shift-one