(photo courtesy of http://lasalettejourney.blogspot.com)
*dedicated to Wocka Flocka, Round Of Applause
[The setting: A large mountaintop overlooking lush and breathtaking valleys filled with dazzling arrays of exotic mediterranean fauna, vegetation and villages intricately designed and aesthetically pleasing in its first century domestic and civic flattering architectural style. Yet with astounding and staggering dynamism, Satan commenced by the wave of his hand, is able to change the landscape below to any epoch, past, present or future with varying levels of specificity regarding range of vision, subject matter, etc correlating with his desire. Satan and Jesus stand shoulder to shoulder speaking to one another though their eyes hold fast to the scenes beneath them. Tony approaches them from behind, sweating profusely after his long ascent to this peak, but refrains from interrupting].
Tony (whispering to himself and crouching to sit on a rock nearest him): Man, this bamma Satan is bout to get popped upside his head, nah'm sayin.....??? But anyways, Im gonna keep my mouth shut this time, ya'll...listen up!
[Satan turns around, surprisingly aware of Tony's presence despite his attempt at using stealth]
Satan (mischievously grinning- seemingly always): TOOONNNYY, my friend come..come join us!
[Tony cautiously approaches]
Satan (continuing): And for you, my friend, a cup of wine
[Satan snaps his finger and a cup of the finest wine of the day is spawned in Tony's palm once closed but since forced open]
Tony (suspicious): Whats...ahem (clearing his throat) Whats this for?
Satan (cutting his eyes back to Tony and contriving a fake smile after a brief glare at Jesus, who is still peering down the mountain):.....why, for your blog! THEJESUS-FU*(&ING METAPHOR! ...excuse me...for your blog, why you are almost at four hundred posts, no?
Tony (without hesitation): 500...sir
Satan (chuckling): ...my most humble mistake. Well....(after a slight wistful pause) ...congratulations [Satan nods his head and courtesies mockingly though subtly]
Tony (still suspicious):....th-thanks sir. You are exquisitely dresse...
[Satan interrupts Tony by grabbing him by the throat and immediately and vigorously hurls Tony off the edge of the mountain. His trailing screams dissapear]
Satan (scowling at Jesus then looking below as before): Now Jesus...where were we?
"and the glory of them" - Matthew 4
----------------/Wager On The Morning Star; Satan's Words To Jesus On The Mountain (pt 2)
It's beautiful isnt it? Creation
this is our Red Wine* moment, here together staring
at choice, and infinite possibility we are a rare breed no?
before, in "heaven" perhaps you mistook my apprehension at 'god's glory
as treason
but perchance now there may be some commiseration, some balking
at the limitations of the flesh
at restrictions and denials
at hunger...and thirst: all forms of abject poverty
I know I did as an imprisoned soul but god underestimated my potential
to galvanize to inspire to spur oneself onward.....
didnt he...or she....or it....?
(my angels testify)
Im not here, rather you were not whisked here
because you bear the likeness and similitude
of every other pathetic weak knobby kneed
human being boasting bombastically bellowing on about the
*dedicated to Wocka Flocka, Round Of Applause
[The setting: A large mountaintop overlooking lush and breathtaking valleys filled with dazzling arrays of exotic mediterranean fauna, vegetation and villages intricately designed and aesthetically pleasing in its first century domestic and civic flattering architectural style. Yet with astounding and staggering dynamism, Satan commenced by the wave of his hand, is able to change the landscape below to any epoch, past, present or future with varying levels of specificity regarding range of vision, subject matter, etc correlating with his desire. Satan and Jesus stand shoulder to shoulder speaking to one another though their eyes hold fast to the scenes beneath them. Tony approaches them from behind, sweating profusely after his long ascent to this peak, but refrains from interrupting].
Tony (whispering to himself and crouching to sit on a rock nearest him): Man, this bamma Satan is bout to get popped upside his head, nah'm sayin.....??? But anyways, Im gonna keep my mouth shut this time, ya'll...listen up!
[Satan turns around, surprisingly aware of Tony's presence despite his attempt at using stealth]
Satan (mischievously grinning- seemingly always): TOOONNNYY, my friend come..come join us!
[Tony cautiously approaches]
Satan (continuing): And for you, my friend, a cup of wine
[Satan snaps his finger and a cup of the finest wine of the day is spawned in Tony's palm once closed but since forced open]
Tony (suspicious): Whats...ahem (clearing his throat) Whats this for?
Satan (cutting his eyes back to Tony and contriving a fake smile after a brief glare at Jesus, who is still peering down the mountain):.....why, for your blog! THEJESUS-FU*(&ING METAPHOR! ...excuse me...for your blog, why you are almost at four hundred posts, no?
Tony (without hesitation): 500...sir
Satan (chuckling): ...my most humble mistake. Well....(after a slight wistful pause) ...congratulations [Satan nods his head and courtesies mockingly though subtly]
Tony (still suspicious):....th-thanks sir. You are exquisitely dresse...
[Satan interrupts Tony by grabbing him by the throat and immediately and vigorously hurls Tony off the edge of the mountain. His trailing screams dissapear]
Satan (scowling at Jesus then looking below as before): Now Jesus...where were we?
"and the glory of them" - Matthew 4
----------------/Wager On The Morning Star; Satan's Words To Jesus On The Mountain (pt 2)
It's beautiful isnt it? Creation
this is our Red Wine* moment, here together staring
at choice, and infinite possibility we are a rare breed no?
before, in "heaven" perhaps you mistook my apprehension at 'god's glory
as treason
but perchance now there may be some commiseration, some balking
at the limitations of the flesh
at restrictions and denials
at hunger...and thirst: all forms of abject poverty
I know I did as an imprisoned soul but god underestimated my potential
to galvanize to inspire to spur oneself onward.....
didnt he...or she....or it....?
(my angels testify)
Im not here, rather you were not whisked here
because you bear the likeness and similitude
of every other pathetic weak knobby kneed
human being boasting bombastically bellowing on about the
manifest destiny
his feeble, anemic, ineffectual, indistinct, flaccid "determination" and
willpower will somehow actuate
when in all honesty and all is laid bare, he cries himself to sleep every night
over fears of his marauding foes, his general insecurities or lack of control
diseased peons dying so easily
is all these will ever be but not you, my friend
there is a gleam in your eye reminiscent of the created sun
his feeble, anemic, ineffectual, indistinct, flaccid "determination" and
willpower will somehow actuate
when in all honesty and all is laid bare, he cries himself to sleep every night
over fears of his marauding foes, his general insecurities or lack of control
diseased peons dying so easily
is all these will ever be but not you, my friend
there is a gleam in your eye reminiscent of the created sun
that rules this world
nourishing and supplementing all life. I see it when the world rises and
wakes me
a glimmer, a ray of depth of character and nobility
that shall not ever be seen again when you're gone*
but herein lies our conundrum - the morning star
that illumines all kingdoms past
that will illume and animate all kingdoms future
without my blessing, all those aforementioned men have fallen broken
by adversity....
but I stand beside you to offer you a choice between
this light.... and darkness
all the kingdoms, all their accoutrements...yours
no more languishing in deserts delirious delusional
about some "father's" will that does not and has never existed
with me, there is only wine
the inebriation of acquiring each of your wildest fantasies
(paling in comparison to you drooling over stones that will never be bread
lusting but never attaining)
wealth, homage, women especially the comely buxom ones
the awareness that you are indeed not only a son of god but God
ruler and author of your own fate
free from celestial tyranny, punishment for ambition
in my kingdom, the only crucifixion you face is that of self denial
but thats nothing that oral copulation cant fix
and that an ego boost and massaging of self esteem cant commute
divinity, you see, is not bestowed but earned
chosen not preordained
an awakening from and rebellion against the fantasy
of limitation
and who is qualified to deny that any can be "God" if they so choose?
fall down and worship me
lest I turn my back and blackness descends on your hope and optimism
and you continue to starve in the desert of your asinine faith
that compels you to miserable famishing
that chains you to a inexorable gruesome demise
that you even will later admit
is "not my will"
----------------/
Matthew 4:8-9
Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
-------Round of Applause Lyrics
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Bounce that a* shake that ass like the tweark team
Hair long a* fat shawty mean
That girl look like hally berry when I'm on no means
When I hit the scene girls yelling and they scream
Flocka can you be my baby daddy pimpin like I'm dolemite hoes jump in my caddy.
Smoke like I got cataracts
In the strip club throwin up them stacks
I got racks on top of racks, bust that p* make that a*
Clap clap clap
I ain't done with you baby bring that a* back
Still got twenty still got 50 even got those hundreds
Throw sum money throw sum money I'ma let it go
Waka flocka flame better know as mr.let it go
[Chorus:]
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Corner stacks omg smh when I'm them stage pourin rose all on her a*
Round of a applause baby pop that p* drop it down for me do a split
Do you smoke girl got a zip white Remy Martin who wanna sip...
.45 on my hip but I get one deep and every word I say is slurring.
Vision man is blurring.
Drunk too much liquor smoke too much weed b* on to much E
I'm so high! Roll the beat beat.
And double strip club shawty I'ma big tipper
Two hundred and I pull down my zipper
Shawty say she love me and she wanna meet my crew
BRICKSQUAD nigga is where we go hard
[Chorus:]
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Bounce that a* shake that a* like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bricksquad monopoly shawty that's my home team
Smokin that gangsta green can't do no g told
I need a classy girl but in the bed she gotta be a freak tho
Bust it bust it lay down on that flow girl
Bust it bust it give me sum mo head girl
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
[Chorus:]
nourishing and supplementing all life. I see it when the world rises and
wakes me
a glimmer, a ray of depth of character and nobility
that shall not ever be seen again when you're gone*
but herein lies our conundrum - the morning star
that illumines all kingdoms past
that will illume and animate all kingdoms future
without my blessing, all those aforementioned men have fallen broken
by adversity....
but I stand beside you to offer you a choice between
this light.... and darkness
all the kingdoms, all their accoutrements...yours
no more languishing in deserts delirious delusional
about some "father's" will that does not and has never existed
with me, there is only wine
the inebriation of acquiring each of your wildest fantasies
(paling in comparison to you drooling over stones that will never be bread
lusting but never attaining)
wealth, homage, women especially the comely buxom ones
the awareness that you are indeed not only a son of god but God
ruler and author of your own fate
free from celestial tyranny, punishment for ambition
in my kingdom, the only crucifixion you face is that of self denial
but thats nothing that oral copulation cant fix
and that an ego boost and massaging of self esteem cant commute
divinity, you see, is not bestowed but earned
chosen not preordained
an awakening from and rebellion against the fantasy
of limitation
and who is qualified to deny that any can be "God" if they so choose?
fall down and worship me
lest I turn my back and blackness descends on your hope and optimism
and you continue to starve in the desert of your asinine faith
that compels you to miserable famishing
that chains you to a inexorable gruesome demise
that you even will later admit
is "not my will"
----------------/
Matthew 4:8-9
Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
-------Round of Applause Lyrics
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Bounce that a* shake that ass like the tweark team
Hair long a* fat shawty mean
That girl look like hally berry when I'm on no means
When I hit the scene girls yelling and they scream
Flocka can you be my baby daddy pimpin like I'm dolemite hoes jump in my caddy.
Smoke like I got cataracts
In the strip club throwin up them stacks
I got racks on top of racks, bust that p* make that a*
Clap clap clap
I ain't done with you baby bring that a* back
Still got twenty still got 50 even got those hundreds
Throw sum money throw sum money I'ma let it go
Waka flocka flame better know as mr.let it go
[Chorus:]
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Corner stacks omg smh when I'm them stage pourin rose all on her a*
Round of a applause baby pop that p* drop it down for me do a split
Do you smoke girl got a zip white Remy Martin who wanna sip...
.45 on my hip but I get one deep and every word I say is slurring.
Vision man is blurring.
Drunk too much liquor smoke too much weed b* on to much E
I'm so high! Roll the beat beat.
And double strip club shawty I'ma big tipper
Two hundred and I pull down my zipper
Shawty say she love me and she wanna meet my crew
BRICKSQUAD nigga is where we go hard
[Chorus:]
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Bounce that a* shake that a* like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bricksquad monopoly shawty that's my home team
Smokin that gangsta green can't do no g told
I need a classy girl but in the bed she gotta be a freak tho
Bust it bust it lay down on that flow girl
Bust it bust it give me sum mo head girl
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Round of applause baby make that a* clap
Drop it to the floor make that a* clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
[Chorus:]
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