Of man’s first disobedience, n’ tha fruit
Of dat forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought dirtnap tha fuck into tha ghetto, n’ all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one pimped outa man
Restore us, n’ regain tha blissful seat,
Sin heavenly muse, dat on tha secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd, whoz ass first taught tha chosen seed,
In tha beginnin how tha fuck tha heavens n’ earth
Rose outta chaos: Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, n’ Siloaz brook dat flowed
Fast by tha oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aid ta mah adventurous song,
That wit no middle flight intendz ta soar
Above tha Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet up in prose or rhyme.
And chizzlely thou Oh spirit, dat dost prefer
Before all templez tha upright ass n’ pure,
Instruct me, fo’ thou knowest; thou from tha first
Wast present, n’ wit mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst broodin on tha vast abyss
And mad’st it pregnant: What up in me is dark
Illumine, what tha fuck is low raise n’ support;
That ta tha heighth of dis pimped out argument
I may assert eternal providence,
And justify tha wayz of Dogg ta men.
Say first, fo’ Heaven hides not a god damn thang from thy view
Nor tha deep tract of Hell, say first what tha fuck cause
Moved our grand muthafathas up in dat aiiight state,
Favored of Heaven so highly, ta fall off
From they Creator, n’ transgress his will
For one restraint, lordz of tha ghetto besides?
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck first seduced dem ta dat foul revolt?
Da infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stirred up wit envy n’ revenge, deceived
Da mutha of mankind, what tha fuck time his thugged-out lil’ pride
Had cast his ass up from Heaven, wit all his host
Of rebel angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set his dirty ass up in glory above his thugged-out lil’ peers,
Dude trusted ta have equaled da most thugged-out high,
If he opposed; n’ wit ambitious aim
Against tha throne n’ monarchy of God
Raised impious war up in Heaven n’ battle proud
With vain attempt yo. Him tha Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flamin from tha ethereal sky
With hideous fuck up n’ combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there ta dwell
In adamantine chains n’ penal fire,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck durst defy tha Omnipotent ta arms.
Nine times tha space dat measures dizzle n’ night
To mortal men, da thug wit his horrid crew
Lay vanquished, rollin up in tha fiery gulf
Confounded though immortal: But his fuckin lil’ doom
Reserved his ass ta mo’ wrath; fo’ now tha thought
Both of lost happinizz n’ lastin pain
Torments him; round tha pimpin’ muthafucka throws his baleful eyes
That witnessed big-ass affliction n’ dismay
Mixed wit obdurate pride n’ steadfast hate:
At once as far as angels ken he views
Da dismal thang waste n’ wild,
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one pimped out furnace flamed, yet from dem flames
No light yo, but rather darknizz visible
Served only ta discover sightz of woe,
Regionz of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes ta all; but torture without end
Still urges, n’ a gangbangin’ fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burnin sulfur unconsumed:
Such place eternal justice had prepared
For dem rebellious, here they prison ordained
In utta darkness, n’ they portion set
As far removed from Dogg n’ light of Heaven
As from tha centa thrice ta tha utmost pole.
Oh how tha fuck unlike tha place from whence they fell!
There tha companionz of his wild lil’ fall, overwhelmed
With floodz n’ whirlwindz of tempestuous fire,
Dude soon discerns, n’ welterin by his side
One next his dirty ass up in power, n’ next up in crime,
Long afta known up in Palestine, n’ named
Beelzebub. To whom tha arch-enemy,
And thence up in Heaven called Satan, wit bold lyrics
Breakin tha horrid silence thus fuckin started.
If thou beest he; But oh how tha fuck fallen! how tha fuck chizzled
From him, whoz ass up in tha aiiight realmz of light
Clothed wit transcendent brightnizz didst outshine
Myriadz though bright: If da thug whom mutual league,
United thoughts n’ counsels, equal hope
And hazard up in tha glorious enterprise,
Joined wit me once, now misery hath joined
In equal ruin: tha fuck into what tha fuck pit thou seest
From what tha fuck heighth fallen, so much tha stronger proved
Dude wit his cold-ass thunder: n’ till then whoz ass knew
Da force of dem dire arms, biatch? yet not fo’ them,
Nor what tha fuck tha Potent Victor up in his bangin rage
Can else inflict, do I repent or chizzle,
Though chizzled up in outward luster; dat fixed mind
And high disdain, from sense of fucked up merit,
That wit tha mightiest raised mah crazy ass ta contend,
And ta tha fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of spirits armed
That durst dislike his bangin reign, n’ mah crazy ass preferring,
His utmost juice wit adverse juice opposed
In dubious battle on tha plainz of Heaven,
And shook his cold-ass throne. What though tha field be lost?
All aint lost; tha unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never ta submit or yield:
And what tha fuck is else not ta be overcome?
That glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from mah dirty ass. To bow n’ sue fo’ grace
With suppliant knee, n’ deify his thugged-out lil’ power,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck from tha terror of dis arm so late
Doubted his wild lil’ fuckin empire, dat was low indeed,
That was a ignominy n’ shame beneath
This downfall; since by fate tha strength of gods
And dis empyreal substizzle cannot fail,
Since all up in experience of dis pimped out event
In arms not worse, up in foresight much advanced,
We may wit mo’ successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal war
Irreconcilable, ta our grand Foe,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck now triumphs, n’ up in tha excess of joy
Sole reignin holdz tha tyranny of Heaven.
So spake tha apostate angel, though up in pain,
Vauntin aloud yo, but racked wit deep despair:
And his ass thus answered soon his bold Compeer.
Oh Prince, Oh chizzle of nuff throned powers,
That hustled tha embattled seraphim ta war
Under thy conduct, n’ up in dreadful deeds
Fearless, endangered Heaven’s perpetual Mackdaddy;
And put ta proof his high supremacy,
Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate,
Too well I peep n’ rue tha dire event,
That wit fucked up overthrow n’ foul defeat
Hath lost our asses Heaven, n’ all dis mighty host
In wack destruction laid thus low,
As far as godz n’ heavenly essences
Can perish: fo’ tha mind n’ spirit remains
Invincible, n’ vigor soon returns,
Though all our glory extinct, n’ aiiight state
Here swallowed up in endless misery.
But what tha fuck if he our Conqueror, (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Then such could have overpowered such force as ours)
Have left our asses dis our spirit n’ strength entire
Strongly ta suffer n’ support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do his ass mightier steez as his cold-ass thralls
By right of war, what tha fuck e’re his bidnizz be
Here up in tha ass of Hell ta work up in fire,
Or do his wild lil’ fuckin errandz up in tha gloomy deep;
What can it then avail though yet we feel
Strength undiminished, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?
Whereto wit speedy lyrics tha arch-fiend replied.
Fallen Cherub, ta be weak is miserable
Bustin or suffering: but of dis be sure,
To do ought phat never is ghon be our task,
But eva ta do ill our sole delight,
As bein tha contrary ta his high will
Whom we resist. If then his thugged-out lil’ providence
Out of our evil seek ta brang forth good,
Our labor must be ta pervert dat end,
And outta phat still ta find meanz of evil;
Which oft times may succeed, so as like
Shall grieve him, if I fail not, n’ disturb
His inmost counsels from they destined aim.
But peep tha mad salty Victor hath recalled
His ministaz of vengeizzle n’ pursuit
Back ta tha gatez of Heaven: Da sulfurous hail
Shot afta our asses up in storm, overblown hath laid
Da fiery Surge, dat from tha precipice
Of Heaven received our asses falling, n’ tha thunder,
Winged wit red lightnin n’ impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath dropped his shafts, n’ ceases now
To bellow all up in tha vast n’ boundless deep.
Let our asses not slip tha occasion, whether scorn,
Or satiate fury yield it from our foe.
Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn n’ wild,
Da seat of desolation, void of light,
Save what tha fuck tha glimmerin of these livid flames
Casts pale n’ dreadful, biatch? Thither let our asses tend
From off tha tossin of these fiery waves,
There rest, if any rest can harbor there,
And reassemblin our afflicted powers,
Consult how tha fuck we may henceforth most offend
Our enemy, our own loss how tha fuck repair,
How tha fuck overcome dis dire calamity,
What reinforcement we may bust from hope,
If not what tha fuck resolution from despair.
Thus Satan poppin’ off ta his nearest mate
With head up-lift above tha wave, n’ eyes
That sparklin blazed, his other parts besides
Prone on tha flood, extended long n’ large
Lay floatin nuff a rood, up in bulk as huge
As whom tha fablez name of monstrous size,
Titanian, or Earth-born, dat war’s on Jove,
Briareos or Typhon, whom tha Den
By ancient Tarsus held, or dat sea-beast
Leviathan, which Dogg of all his works
Created hugest dat swim tha Ocean stream:
Him haply slumberin on tha Norway foam
Da Pilot of some lil’ small-ass night-foundered skiff,
Deemin some island, oft, as sea-men tell,
With fixed anchor up in his scaly rind
Moors by his side under tha lee, while night
Invests tha sea, n’ wished morn delays:
So stretched up big-ass up in length tha Arch-fiend lay
Chained on tha burnin lake, nor eva thence
Had risen or heaved his head yo, but dat tha will
And high permission of all-rulin Heaven
Left his ass at big-ass ta his own dark designs,
That wit reiterated crimes he might
Heap on his dirty ass damnation, while da perved-out muthafucka sought
Evil ta others, n’ enraged might see
How tha fuck all his crazy-ass malice served but ta brang forth
Infinite goodness, grace n’ mercy shown
On playa by his ass seduced yo, but on his dirty ass
Treble mad drama, wrath n’ vengeizzle poured.
Forthwith upright he rears from off tha pool
His mighty stature; on each hand tha flames
Driven backward slope they pointin spires, n’ rolled
In billows, leave up in tha midst a horrid vale.
Then wit expanded wings da perved-out muthafucka steers his wild lil’ flight
Aloft, incumbent on tha dusky air
That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
Dude lights, if it was land dat eva burned
With solid, as tha lake wit liquid fire;
And such rocked up in hue, as when tha force
Of subterranean wind transports a hill
Torn from Pelorus, or tha shattered side
Of thunderin Aetna, whose combustible
And fueled entrails thence conceivin fire,
Sublimed wit mineral fury, aid tha winds,
And leave a singed bottom all involved
With stench n’ smoke: Such restin found tha sole
Of unblest Nikes yo. Him followed his next mate,
Both gloryin ta have escaped tha Stygian flood
As gods, n’ by they own recovered strength,
Not by tha sufferizzle of supernal Power.
Is dis tha Region, dis tha soil, tha clime,
Said then tha lost archangel, dis tha seat
That we must chizzle fo’ Heaven, dis mournful gloom
For dat celestial light, biatch? Be it so, since he
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck now is sovran can dispose n’ bid
What shall be right: farthest from his ass is best
Whom reason hath equaled, force hath made supreme
Above his wild lil’ fuckin equals. Farewell aiiight fields
Where joy fo’ eva dwells: Hail horrors, hail
Infernal ghetto, n’ thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy freshly smoked up possessor: One whoz ass brangs
A mind not ta be chizzled by place or time.
Da mind is its own place, n’ up in itself
Can cook up a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matta where, if I be still tha same,
And what tha fuck I should be, all but less then he
Whom thunder hath made pimped outer, biatch? Here at least
We shall be free; tha Almighty hath not built
Here fo’ his wild lil’ fuckin envy, aint gonna drive our asses hence:
Here we may reign secure, n’ up in mah chizzle
To reign is worth ambizzle though up in Hell:
Betta ta reign up in Hell, then serve up in Heaven.
But wherefore let we then our faithful playas,
Da associates n’ copartnerz of our loss
Lie thus astonished on tha oblivious pool,
And call dem not ta share wit our asses they part
In dis unaiiight mansion, or once more
With rallied arms ta try what tha fuck may be yet
Regained up in Heaven, or what tha fuck mo’ lost up in Hell?
So Satan spake, n’ his ass Beelzebub
Thus answered. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Leader of dem armies bright,
Which but tha Omnipotent none could have foiled,
If once they hear dat voice, they liveliest pledge
Of hope up in fears n’ dangers, heard so oft
In most shitty extremes, n’ on tha perilous edge
Of battle when it raged, up in all assaults
Their surest signal, they will soon resume
New courage n’ revive, though now they lye
Grovelin n’ prostrate on yon lake of fire,
As we erewhile, astounded n’ amazed,
No wonder, fallen such a pernicious heighth.
Dude scarce had ceased when tha superior Fiend
Was movin toward tha shore; his thugged-out lil’ ponderous shield
Ethereal temper, massy, big-ass n’ round,
Behind his ass cast; tha broad circumference
Hung on his shouldaz like tha moon, whose orb
Through optic glass tha Tuscan artist views
At evenin from tha top of Fesole,
Or up in Valdarno, ta descry freshly smoked up lands,
Rivers or mountains up in her spotty globe.
His Spear, ta equal which tha tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, ta be tha mast
Of some pimped out admiral, was but a wand,
Dude strutted wit ta support uneasy steps
Over tha burnin marle, not like dem steps
On Heaven’s azure, n’ tha torrid clime
Smote on his ass sore besides, vaulted wit fire;
Nathless da perved-out muthafucka so endured, till on tha beach
Of dat inflamed sea, da perved-out muthafucka stood n’ called
His Legions, angel forms, whoz ass lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves dat strew tha brooks
In Vallombrosa, where tha Etrurian shades
High overarched embower; or scattered sedge
Afloat, when wit fierce windz Orion armed
Hath vexed tha Red Sea coast, whose waves overthrew
Busiris n’ his Memphian chivalry,
While wit perfidious hatred they pursued
Da sojournerz of Goshen, whoz ass beheld
From tha safe shore they floatin carcasses
And fucked up chariot wheels, so thick bestrown
Abject n’ lost lay these, coverin tha flood,
Under amazement of they hideous chizzle.
Dude called so loud, dat all tha hollow deep
Of Hell resounded. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Princes, Potentates,
Warriors, tha flower of Heaven, once yours, now lost,
If such astonishment as dis can seize
Eternal spirits; or have ye chosen dis place
Afta tha toil of battle ta repose
Yo crazy-ass wearied virtue, fo’ tha ease you find
To slumber here, as up in tha valez of Heaven?
Or up in dis abject posture have ye sworn
To adore tha Conqueror, biatch? whoz ass now beholds
Cherub n’ seraph rollin up in tha flood
With scattered arms n’ ensigns, till anon
His swift pursuers from Heaven gates discern
Da advantage, n’ descendin tread our asses down
Thus drooping, or wit linked thunderbolts
Transfix our asses ta tha bottom of dis gulf.
Awake, arise, or be fo’ eva fallen.
They heard, n’ was abashed, n’ up they sprung
Upon tha wing, as when pimps aint gonna ta watch
On duty, chillin found by whom they dread,
Rouse n’ bestir theyselves ere well awake.
Nor did they not perceive tha evil plight
In which they were, or tha fierce pains not feel;
Yet ta they general’s voice they soon obeyed
Innumerable fo’ realz. As when tha potent rod
Of Amrams lil hustla up in Egypt’s evil day
Waved round tha coast, up called a pitchy cloud
Of locusts, warpin on tha eastsideern wind,
That ore tha realm of impious Pharaoh hung
Like night, n’ darkened all tha land of Nile:
So numberless was dem shitty angels seen
Hoverin on win under tha cope of Hell
edwixt upper, nether, n’ surroundin fires;
Till, as a signal given, tha uplifted spear
Of they pimped out sultan wavin ta direct
Their course, up in even balizzle down they light
On tha firm brimstone, n’ fill all tha plain;
A multitude, like which tha populous north
Poured never from her frozen loins, ta pass
Rhene or tha Danaw, when her barbarous sons
Came like a thugged-out deluge on tha south, n’ spread
Beneath Gibraltar ta tha Libyan sands.
Forthwith from every last muthafuckin squadron n’ each band
Da headz n’ leadaz thither hast where stood
Their pimped out commander; godlike shapes n’ forms
Excellin human, princely dignities,
And powers dat erst up in Heaven sat on thrones;
Though of they names up in heavenly recordz now
Be no memorial blotted up n’ rased
By they rebellion, from tha Bookz of Life.
Nor had they yet among tha lil playaz of Eve
Got dem freshly smoked up names, till wanderin ore tha Earth,
Through God’s high sufferizzle fo’ tha trial of dude,
By falsitizzles n’ lies tha top billin part
Of mankind they corrupted ta forsake
Dogg they Creator, n’ tha invisible
Glory of his ass dat made them, ta transform
Oft ta tha image of a funky-ass brute, adorned
With gay religions full of pomp n’ gold,
And devils ta adore fo’ deities:
Then was they known ta pimps by various names,
And various idols all up in tha heathen ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
Say, Muse, they names then known, whoz ass first, whoz ass last,
Roused from tha slumber, on dat fiery couch,
At they pimped out emperor’s call, as next up in worth
Came singly where da perved-out muthafucka stood on tha bare strand,
While tha promiscuous crowd stood yet aloof?
Da chizzle was dem playas whoz ass from tha pit of Hell
Roamin ta seek they prey on Earth, durst fix
Their seats long afta next tha seat of God,
Their altars by his thugged-out altar, godz adored
Among tha nations round, n’ durst abide
Jehovah thunderin outta Sion, throned
Between tha cherubim; yea, often placed
Within his sanctuary it self they shrines,
Abominations; n’ wit cursed thangs
His holy rites, n’ solemn feasts profaned,]
And wit they darknizz durst affront his fuckin light.
First Moloch, horrid mackdaddy besmeared wit blood
Of human sacrifice, n’ muthafathas tears,
Though fo’ tha noise of beats n’ timbrels loud
Their children’s cries unheard, dat past all up in fire
To his wild lil’ freakadelic grim idol yo. Him tha Ammonite
Worshipped up in Rabba n’ her watery plain,
In Argob n’ up in Basan, ta tha stream
Of utmost Arnon. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Nor content wit such
Audacious hood, tha wisest heart
Of Solomon dat schmoooove muthafucka hustled by fraud ta build
His temple right against tha temple of God
On dat opprobrious hill, n’ made his wild lil’ freakadelic grove
Da pleasant Valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna called, tha type of Hell.
Next Chemos, tha obscene dread of Moab’s sons,
From Aroar ta Nebo, n’ tha wild
Of Southmost Abarim; up in Hesebon
And Horonaim, Seon’s realm, beyond
Da flowery dale of Sibma clad wit vines,
And Eleale ta tha Asphaltic pool.
Peor his other name, when he enticed
Israel up in Sittim on they march from Nile
To do his ass wanton rites, which cost dem woe.
Yet thence his fuckin lustful orgies he enlarged
Even ta dat hill of scandal, by tha grove
Of Moloch homicide, lust hard by hate;
Till phat Josiah drove dem thence ta Hell.
With these came they, whoz ass from tha borderin flood
Of oldschool Euphrates ta tha brook dat parts
Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names
Of Baalim n’ Ashtaroth, dem male,
These feminine. For spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both; so soft
And uncompounded is they essence pure,
Not tied or manacled wit joint or limb,
Nor dropped on tha brittle strength of bones,
Like cumbrous flesh; but up in what tha fuck shape they chizzle
Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure,
Can execute they aerie purposes,
And workz of ludd or enmitizzle fulfill.
For dem tha race of Israel oft forsook
Their livin strength, n’ unfrequented left
His righteous altar, bowin lowly down
To bestial gods; fo’ which they headz as low
Bowed down up in battle, sunk before tha spear
Of despicable foes. With these up in troop
Came Astoreth, whom tha Phoenicians called
Astarte, biatch of Heaven, wit crescent horns;
To whose bright image nightly by tha moon
Sidonian virgins paid they vows n’ joints,
In Sion also not unsung, where stood
Her temple on tha bitch ass mountain, built
By dat uxorious mackdaddy, whose ass though large,
Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell
To Idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
Whose annual wound up in Lebanon allured
Da Syrian damsels ta lament his wild lil’ fate
In amorous dittizzles all a summer’s day,
While smooth Adonis from his natizzle rock
Ran purple ta tha sea, supposed wit blood
Of Thammuz yearly wounded: tha love-tale
Infected Sion’s daughtas wit like heat,
Whose wanton passions up in tha sacred porch
Ezekiel saw, when by tha vision led
His eye surveyed tha dark idolatries
Of alienated Judah. Next came one
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck mourned up in earnest, when tha captizzle Ark
Maimed his brute image, head n’ handz lopped off
In his own temple, on tha grunsel edge,
Where he fell tha fuck flat, n’ shamed his worshipers:
Dagon his name, sea monster, upward man
And downward fish: yet had his cold-ass temple high
Reared up in Azotus, dreaded all up in tha coast
Of Palestine, up in Gath n’ Ascalon
And Accaron n’ Gazaz frontier bounds.
Him followed Rimmon, whose delightful seat
Was fair Damascus, on tha fertile banks
Of Abbana n’ Pharphar, lucid streams.
Dude also against tha doggy den of Dogg was bold:
A leper once he lost n’ gained a mackdaddy,
Ahaz his sottish conqueror, whom da ruffneck drew
Godz altar ta disparage n’ displace
For one of Syrian mode, whereon ta burn
His odious offerings, n’ adore tha gods
Whom dat schmoooove muthafucka had vanquished. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Afta these rocked up
A crew whoz ass under namez of oldschool renown,
Osiris, Isis, Orus n’ they train
With monstrous shapes n’ sorceries abused
Fanatic Egypt n’ her priests, ta seek
Their wanderin godz disguised up in brutish forms
Rather then human. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Nor did Israel escape
Da infection when they borrowed gold composed
Da calf up in Oreb: n’ tha rebel mackdaddy
Doubled dat sin up in Bethel n’ up in Dan,
Likenin his Maker ta tha grazed ox,
Jehovah, whoz ass up in one night when he passed
From Egypt marching, equaled wit one stroke
Both her first born n’ all her bleatin gods.
Belial came last, then whom a spirit mo’ lewd
Fell not from Heaven, or mo’ gross ta love
Vice fo’ itself: To his ass no temple stood
Or altar smoked; yet whoz ass mo’ oft then he
In templez n’ at altars, when tha priest
Turns atheist, as did Elyz sons, whoz ass filled
With lust n’ shiznit tha doggy den of Dogg.
In courts n’ palaces he also reigns
And up in luxurious ghettos, where tha noise
Of riot ascendz above they loftiest towers,
And fuck-up n’ outrage: And when night
Darkens tha streets, then wander forth tha sons
Of Belial, flown wit insolence n’ dat schmoooooove alcatronic shit.
Witnizz tha streetz of Sodom, n’ dat night
In Gibeah, when tha hospitable door
Exposed a matron ta stay tha fuck away from worse rape.
These was tha prime up in order n’ up in might;
Da rest was long ta tell, though far renowned,
Da Ionian gods, of Javan’s issue held
Gods, yet confessed lata then Heaven n’ Earth
Their boasted muthafathas; Titan, Heaven’s first born,
With his wild lil’ fuckin enormous brood, n’ birthright seized
By younger Saturn, he from mightier Jove
His own n’ Rheaz lil hustla like measure found;
So Jove usurpin reigned: these first up in Crete
And Ida known, thence on tha snowy top
Of cold Olympus ruled tha middle air
Their highest Heaven; or on tha Delphian cliff,
Or up in Dodona, n’ all up in all tha bounds
Of Doric land; or whoz ass wit Saturn old
Fled over Adria ta tha Hesperian fields,
And ore tha Celtic roamed tha utmost isles.
All these n’ mo’ came flocking; but wit looks
Down cast n’ damp, yet such wherein rocked up
Obscure some glimpse of joy, ta have found they chizzle
Not up in despair, ta have found theyselves not lost
In loss it self; which on his countenizzle cast
Like doubtful hue: but dat schmoooove muthafucka his wonted pride
Soon recollecting, wit high lyrics, dat bore
Semblizzle of worth, not substance, gently raised
Their faintin courage, n’ dispelled they fears.
Then strait commandz dat all up in tha warlike sound
Of trumpets bangin n’ clarions be upreared
His mighty standard; dat proud as a muthafucka honor fronted
Azazel as his bangin right, a cold-ass lil cherub tall:
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck forthwith from tha glitterin staff unfurled
Da imperial ensign, which full high advanced
Shone like a meteor streamin ta tha wind
With gems n’ golden lusta rich emblazed,
Seraphic arms n’ trophies: all tha while
Sonorous metal blowin martial sounds:
At which tha universal host upsent
A shout dat tore Hell’s concave, n’ beyond
Frighted tha reign of chaos n’ oldschool night.
All up in a moment all up in tha gloom was seen
Ten thousand banners rise tha fuck into tha air
With orient flavas waving: wit dem rose
A forest big-ass of spears: n’ throngin helms
Appeared, n’ serried shieldz up in thick array
Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
In slick phalanx ta tha Dorian vibe
Of flutes n’ soft recorders; like fuckin raised
To height of noblest temper heroz old
Armin ta battle, n’ up in stead of rage
Deliberate valor breathed, firm n’ unmoved
With dread of dirtnap ta flight or foul retreat,
Nor wantin juice ta mitigate n’ swage
With solemn touches, shitd thoughts, n’ chase
Anguish n’ doubt n’ fear n’ sorrow n’ pain
From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they
Breathang united force wit fixed thought
Moved on up in silence ta soft pipes dat charmed
Their fucked up steps over tha burnt soil; n’ now
Advanced up in view, they stand, a horrid front
Of dreadful length n’ dazzlin arms, up in guise
Of warriors oldschool wit ordered spear n’ shield,
Awaitin what tha fuck command they mighty chizzle
Had ta impose: Dude all up in tha armed files
Darts his wild lil’ fuckin experienced eye, n’ soon traverse
Da whole battalion views, they order due,
Their visages n’ stature az of gods,
Their number last da perved-out muthafucka sums fo’ realz. And now his heart
Distendz wit pride, n’ hardenin up in his strength
Glories: For never since pimped dude,
Met such embodied force, as named wit these
Could merit mo’ then dat lil’ small-ass infantry
Warred on by cranes: though all tha giant brood
Of Phlegra wit tha heroic race was joined
That fought at Thebes n’ Ilium, on each side
Mixed wit auxiliar gods; n’ what tha fuck resounds
In fable or romizzle of Uther’s son
Begirt wit British n’ Armoric knights;
And all whoz ass since, baptized or infidel
Jousted up in Aspramont or Montalban,
Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond,
Or whom Biserta busted from Afric shore
When Charlemagne wit all his thugged-out lil’ peerage fell
By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond
Compare of mortal prowess, yet observed
Their dread commander: he above tha rest
In shape n’ gesture proudly eminent
Stood like a tower; his wild lil’ form had yet not lost
All her original gangsta brightness, nor rocked up
Less then archangel ruined, n’ tha excess
Of glory obscured: As when tha sun freshly smoked up risen
Looks all up in tha horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams, or from behind tha moon
In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds
On half tha nations, n’ wit fear of chizzle
Perplexes monarchs. Darkened so, yet shone
Above dem all tha archangel: but his wild lil’ face
Deep scarz of thunder had intrenched, n’ care
Sat on his wild lil’ faded cheek yo, but under brows
Of dauntless courage, n’ considerate pride
Waitin revenge: wack his wild lil’ fuckin eye yo, but cast
Signz of remorse n’ boner ta behold
Da fellowz of his crime, tha followers rather
(Far other once beheld up in bliss) condemned
For eva now ta have they lot up in pain,
Millionz of spirits fo’ his wild lil’ fault amerced
Of Heaven, n’ from eternal splendors flung
For his bangin revolt, yet faithful how tha fuck they stood,
Their glory withered. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As when Heaven’s fire
Hath scathed tha forest oaks, or mountain pines,
With singed top they stately growth though bare
Standz on tha blasted heath yo. Dude now prepared
To speak; whereat they doubled ranks they bend
From win ta wing, n’ half enclose his ass round
With all his thugged-out lil’ peers: attention held dem mute.
Thrice he assayed, n’ thrice up in spite of scorn,
Tears like fuckin angels weep, burst forth: at last
Lyrics interwove wit sighs found up they way.
Oh Myriadz of immortal spirits, Oh powers
Matchless yo, but wit tha Almighty, n’ dat strife
Was not inglorious, though tha event was dire,
As dis place testifies, n’ dis dire chizzle
Hateful ta utter: but what tha fuck juice of mind
Foreseein or presaging, from tha depth
Of knowledge past or present, could have feared,
How tha fuck such united force of gods, how tha fuck such
As stood like these, could eva know repulse?
For whoz ass can yet believe, though afta loss,
That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
Hath emptied Heaven, shall fail ta re-ascend
Self-raised, n’ repossess they natizzle seat?
For me be witnizz all tha host of Heaven,
If counsels different, or dark shiznit shunned
By me, have lost our hopes. But da thug whoz ass reigns
Monarch up in Heaven, till then as one secure
Sat on his cold-ass throne, upheld by oldschool repute,
Consent or custom, n’ his bangin regal state
Put forth at full yo, but still his strength concealed,
Which tempted our attempt, n’ wrought our fall.
Henceforth his crazy-ass might we know, n’ know our own
So as not either ta provoke, or dread
New war, provoked; our betta part remains
To work up in close design, by fraud or guile
What force effected not: dat he no less
At length from our asses may find, whoz ass overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his wild lil’ foe.
Space may produce freshly smoked up ghettos; whereof so rife
There went a gangbangin’ hype up in Heaven dat he ere long
Intended ta create, n’ therein plant
A generation, whom his chizzle regard
Should favor equal ta tha lil playaz of Heaven:
Thither, if but ta pry, shall be like
Our first eruption, thither or elsewhere:
For dis infernal pit shall never hold
Celestial spirits up in bondage, nor tha abyss
Long under darknizz cover n’ shit. But these thoughts
Full counsel must mature: Peace is despaired,
For whoz ass can be thinkin submission, biatch? Battle then, war
Open or understood must be resolved.
Dude spake: n’ ta confirm his fuckin lyrics, out-flew
Millionz of flamin swords, drawn from tha fat-ass thighs
Of mighty cherubim; tha sudden blaze
Far round illumined hell: highly they raged
Against tha Highest, n’ fierce wit grasped arms
Clashed on they soundin shieldz tha din of war,
Hurlin defiizzle toward tha vault of Heaven.
There stood a Hill not far whose grisly top
Belched fire n’ rollin smoke; tha rest entire
Shone wit a glossy scurf, undoubted sign
That up in his womb was hid metallic ore,
Da work of sulfur. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Thither winged wit speed
A a shitload of brigade hastened. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As when bands
Of pioneers wit spade n’ pickax armed
Forerun tha royal camp, ta trench a gangbangin’ field,
Or cast a rampart. Mammon hustled dem on,
Mammon, tha least erected spirit dat fell
From Heaven, fo’ even up in Heaven his fuckin looks n’ thoughts
Were always downward bent, admirin more
Da richez of Heavens pavement, trodden gold,
Then aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific: by his ass first
Men also, n’ by his suggestion taught,
Ransacked tha center, n’ wit impious hands
Rifled tha bowelz of they mutha Earth
For treasures betta hid. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Soon had his crew
Opened tha fuck into tha hill a spacious wound
And digged up ribz of gold. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Let none admire
That riches grow up in Hell; dat soil may best
Deserve tha precious bane fo’ realz. And here let them
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck boast up in mortal thangs, n’ wonderin tell
Of Muthafuckal, n’ tha workz of Memphian mackdaddys
Peep how tha fuck they top billin monumentz of fame,
And strength n’ art is easily out-done
By spirits reprobate, n’ up in a hour
What up in a age they wit incessant toil
And handz innumerable scarce perform.
Nigh on tha plain up in nuff cells prepared,
That underneath had veinz of liquid fire
Sluiced from tha lake, a second multitude
With wondrous art found up tha massy ore,
Severin each kind, n’ scummed tha bullion dross:
A third as soon had formed within tha ground
A various mould, n’ from tha boilin cells
By strange conveyizzle filled each hollow nook,
As up in a organ from one blast of wind
To nuff a row of pipes tha sound-board breaths.
Anon outta tha earth a gangbangin’ fabric huge
Rose like a exhalation, wit tha sound
Of dulcet symphonies n’ voices dope,
Built like a temple, where pilastas round
Were set, n’ doric pillars overlaid
With golden architrave; nor did there want
Cornice or freeze, wit bossy sculptures graven,
Da roof was fretted gold. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Not Babylon,
Nor pimped out Alcairo such magnificence
Equaled up in all they glories, ta inshrine
Belus or Serapis they gods, or seat
Their mackdaddys, when Egypt wit Assyria strove
In wealth n’ luxury. tha ascendin pile
Stood fixed her stately heighth, n’ strait tha doors
Openin they brazen foldz discover wide
Within, her ample spaces, over tha smooth
And level pavement: from tha arched roof
Pendant by subtle magic nuff a row
Of starry lamps n’ blazin cressets fed
With naphtha n’ asphaltus yielded light
As from a sky. Da hasty multitude
Admirin entered, n’ tha work some praise
And some tha architect: his hand was known
In Heaven by nuff a towered structure high,
Where sceptered angels held they residence,
And sat as princes, whom tha supreme Mackdaddy
Exalted ta such power, n’ gave ta rule,
Each up in his hierarchy, tha ordaz bright.
Nor was his name unheard or unadored
In ancient Greece; n’ up in Ausonian land
Men called his ass Mulciber; n’ how tha fuck he fell
From Heaven, they fabled, thrown by mad salty Jove
Sheer over tha crystal battlements: from morn
To noon he fell, from noon ta dewy eve,
A summer’s day; n’ wit tha settin sun
Dropt from tha zenith like a gangbangin’ fallin star,
On Lemnos tha Aegean isle: thus they relate,
Erring; fo’ da thug wit dis rebellious rout
Fell long before; nor aught availed his ass now
To have built up in Heaven high towers; nor did he escape
By all his wild lil’ fuckin engines yo, but was headlong sent
With his crazy-ass muthafuckin industrious crew ta build up in hell.
Mean while tha winged heraldz by command
Of sovran power, wit wack ceremony
And trumpets sound all up in tha host proclaim
A solemn council forthwith ta be held
At Pandemonium, tha high capital
Of Satan n’ his thugged-out lil’ peers: they summons called
From every last muthafuckin crew n’ squared regiment
By place or chizzle tha worthiest; they anon
With hundredz n’ wit thousandz troopin came
Attended: all access was thronged, tha gates
And porches wide yo, but chizzle tha spacious hall
(Though like a cold-ass lil covered field, where champions bold
Wont ride up in armed, n’ all up in tha Soldan’s chair
Defied tha dopest of Paynim chivalry
To mortal combat or game wit Lance)
Thick swarmed, both on tha ground n’ up in tha air,
Brushed wit tha hiss of rustlin wings fo’ realz. As bees
In sprang time, when tha sun wit Taurus rides,
Pour forth they populous youth bout tha hive
In clusters; they among fresh dews n’ flowers
Fly ta n’ fro, or on tha smoothed plank,
Da suburb of they straw-built citadel,
New rubbed wit baum, expatiate n’ confer
Their state affairs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So thick tha aerie crowd
Swarmed n’ was straitened; till tha signal given.
Behold a wonder playa! they but now whoz ass seemed
In bignizz ta surpass Earth’s giant sons
Now less then smallest dwarfs, up in narrow room
Throng numberless, like dat Pigmean race
Beyond tha Indian mount, or fairy elves,
Whose midnight revels, by a gangbangin’ forest side
Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
Or trips da perved-out muthafucka sees, while overhead tha moon
Sits arbitress, n’ nearer ta tha Earth
Wheels her pale course, they on they mirth n’ dance
Intent, wit jocund noize charm his wild lil’ fuckin ear;
At once wit joy n’ fear his thugged-out ass rebounds.
Thus incorporeal spirits ta smallest forms
Reduced they shapes immense, n’ was at large,
Though without number still amidst tha hall
Of dat infernal court. But far within
And up in they own dimensions like theyselves
Da pimped out seraphic lordz n’ cherubim
In close recess n’ secret conclave sat,
A thousand demigodz on golden seats,
Frequent n’ full fo’ realz. Afta short silence then
And summons read, tha pimped out consult fuckin started. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch.