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a window to the past
Revealing wisdom, a legacy that will forever last
[Chorus]
Voices of Behistun, echoes through the ages
Ancient and modern worlds,
Blurb
Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
recounted on two large stelae set up by Kamose in the Temple of Amun at Karnak. The text which I received was in three languages - Egyptian, Greek and modern
it's tantamount
To classics now
My pedigree's ahead of me
Young graduate with caps and gowns
I utilize my English
In pursuit of my relinquished soul
They
And die
It's just you and I
Kiss by the candle light
And swear to hold
This lie
And we just might blow our tops
Nothing in modern English can make us stop
words were used for the animal
(Such as nēat, or cu for adult females)
By the peasants, but the meat was called boef
[Boef of these nuts]
(Ox), Modern
of cultures in the spiritual journey.
Futuristic Avant-Garde: It incorporates quantum mechanics and non-linear scales, merging ancient wisdom with modern
that english that's broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin'
Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen
K
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
a few lines before my date with the pearly gates
modern day keats writing sad songs in yeats
full english on my plate, I'm long, not late, mate
Forget
snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap
present you, the reason for me to rap.
I love lyrics and rhymes I can use to express
Let's face it this mumble shit never impressed
I'm disappointed by
could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er
As down by Brooker's corner, one morning I did stray.
I met a fellow rebel there, and to me he did say.
We have orders from the Captain to assemble
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah (soo)
Let's take a modern day stroll (woah)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we was runnin' the globe (go)
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
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