Sonny Sharrock - Once Upon a Time

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Best song ever?

Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:09 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

This came up in iTunes in the middle of this sequence:

NO REYNOLS - TRACK 7
NNCK - ASSIGNMENT SUBUD
FACTRIX - SNUFF BOX
Sonny Sharrock - Once Upon a Time
OMOIDE HATOBA - SKOAL!

Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:13 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

A track about snuff and a track about Skoal!

Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Monday, 21 February 2005 00:18 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

and a track about the mystical cult Roger McGuinn wuz in

The Argunaut (sexyDancer), Monday, 21 February 2005 01:49 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

This song makes me feel in my heart x100000

but still not as good as "Portrait of Linda in Three Colors..."

Sonny, Ah!!1 (Sonny A.), Monday, 21 February 2005 02:18 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

one month passes...
Radwan Satellite - The Bedouin Lobby V
God in My Bed Z-Rock Hawaii
Head Cold Nurse with Wound
Boche's Dick Shellac
Clan In Da Front Wu-Tang Clan

Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:45 (thirteen years ago) Permalink


i don't know, maybe it was the rain
another grey day, a thought maybe
the real test was finding a bucket
with enough holes to let it out.

one of those days when the corn dries up
that your nose turns red
the ground crackles as the crystals break
late day, the sun sets, back up.

back up to the war, bro
God is laying across your bed talking backwards
here: take my leg, take my eyes, take my brain
take my brain... my brain.

move, move without the window again
i got some blood on the floor
the window won't close
it's getting cold.

the winged merchant flies with eyes of fire
no, no not this again
it's like a skull that smokes instead of burns
like wet wood that's green, and fresh.

you want my chicken? my potato salad?
you want me to tell you how my day was?
well God was on my bed when i got home
that's how my day was.

Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:48 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master
Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the
Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
Scientific Shabazz, my motherf**kin man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin down from the motherf**kin South end of things

Killa beez all over your f**kin planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin off your motherf**kin dome...
...peace, and every f**kin borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The motherf**kin Bronx, killa beez....

(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)

[Chorus: The Genius]

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

[Verse One:]

The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
F**kin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your motherf**kin own
I'll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a f**kin Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't F**K with those in the major leagues

[Chorus -- 2X]

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag shit to death
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

Dr. Eldon Tyrell (ex machina), Monday, 21 March 2005 03:50 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

thirteen years pass...

Best song ever?
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Sunday, February 20, 2005 7:09 PM (thirteen years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Maybe

flappy bird, Thursday, 7 June 2018 06:34 (six months ago) Permalink


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