Rejoice

 

Wu-Tang Clan – Blues Project | Shaolin’s 36 Chambers (Delta Soul Edition)

Mat 5:10-16; 23:27; Gen 3:15; 34:1-31

I

Let me tella you something Rath style brother;

sister, Mother, Father, Nobody, who ever clipped.

Listen to my rhymes, I bust some sculls sober –

Rejoice Saint, then they breach your dungeons Uber;

slandering your candles under the Bushel, licked

Deer's for the Salt, they couldn't own a tick!

Cavities in their sweet-tooth, going Sloth-bomber.

II

Deep-throating the Bible as lip service called good;

fuck Clinton and the Woman who didn't divorce!

Who ever change one syllable, may he woo

his own sane through ICarly, and release ghoul.

Tokyo so cool, but the Californicated hoarse –

this raddish should brade his Louis to Norse!

Man the Gates, can the Covetous Sham Blues.

III

Ratatoille Tatters, then Rastaman, gets a new Rästa;

Christian VIP to bite your heels for Golgatha.

Surprise, bitch, time to Birch and become plaster,

who's more streetpunk, then you Christ gangsta!

Jesus wants ya for Supper, sister and brother;

no matter how busted your mind and covered

your ass and white mice, who did naughty heista!

IV

Bolting my desert Eagles - doors, to shut down

the Sabbatical Smooth Operators, warping Turing

to Turbines, coding vines and puns into clowns

and jokers to mockingbird your lost hounds.

I found them at my Cemetery, to Carry them during

the shadowbox of your doxx, which went roaming.

Its time to go to Heaven, knock on the door and own!

V

Fisting your revision of the Old Testament, when pious

made sound like Delta Phi Pie and pax tibi like toads.

Torch and Jars of Clay, who you wanna suspicious;

deep-end transit, to fit this shit postal OM ominous.

New Testament lost in uploads, Zondervan goads;

putting coy fish on Christian to social-engineer roads.

No spine no sire, no shire – just some orks playing Mousse.

VI

Then two or three together in My name, monkey in Matrix;

syndicating rhymes, who dost use their emo's goths –

can't Bamah Jesus the blame like discipled Lestrange Bellatrix!

Tongued cheeky twats, have to box in their flat screened wits;

don't want to vindicate those, who “Not with Uzza!” ROTT

Rise of The Triad, gunfinity on the glitch and mind-trot –

par excellence Majin no Hand, Mao had to crouch and Lex.

VII

Ghost-fires, who pay homage to Tengu and Kitsune-Hime;

to break the hearts of lecherous men, got lost on the tombs.

Ghost Rider, driving at break next speed, to flip your Dimes

for the Sou and Penny going for the Shilling quarter-Rhyne.

Then rings and gilded Chris Moe incognito to comb

Ushiro and Tora into one spearman's flurry to your womb

the Hakumen no Mono, waste your haste in Lime.

VIII

Sisters, respect yourself, don't shake that booty;

but hold yourself for the marriage, even then vtubing

for the attention and how Dinah beheld her beauty,

to go amongst the World and be shamed fruity –

Later Simon-Levi slaughtered the men who clubbing;

by deceit their left them circumcised dead throbbing.

Making Jacob obnoxious for their intolerant hoody!

IX

When you servo Christ, don't give a fuck about fellas;

your ship in Heaven and with the Ravens and Wolves.

With Angels of Innistrad, Chandra Nalaar, Sylex;

cast by Urza, Tanya Degurechaff, Jinx from Arcane, Hellas!

Then the Umbridged versions of egging on hooves;

for the Centaur and House Elf wanted to rent shoes.

Those moccasins, what walked to Wounded Knee flex.

X

On that Judgmentday, Rejoice, like Whiteraven do;

Your Way is clear your nindo and genjutsu set.

Make your eyes Rinne the Rebirth of your deus;

then anime Nous avon peut-etre Seusse!

Channeling your inner Korra into Asami, you bet;

when Sato and Mako fazed each-other out of depth;

Never forget to move forward, not look back, close!