Raise hands and assume Praise Pose while reciting the product name incantation to return to beloved image of a man shooting another man through the heart point blank
(via groans)
: Personal Response from Wang Ping, Associate Professor of English at Macalester College Re: Lawsuit against College
I’m following this case closely not only because of how closely it hits to home—I am a Senior at Macalester College right now, and am affiliated with the English Department (Minor), but also because this campus is just now seeming to wake up to the hypocritical stance this administration takes re:…
Malaria
This is the shit.
(Source: vimeo.com)
As far as I can tell, Billy Woods doesn’t release his lyrics officially. There are a couple transcriptions on various sites but I couldn’t find one for my favorite of his, “The Man Who Would Be King.” This is my attempt at a transcription; if you have any corrections, please message me.
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING
by BILLY WOODS (2012)
Face existential threats, my advice, kill ‘em dead
No regrets, the devil’s rejects
Writ large. Observe the precepts of a benevolent god:
Blue-eyed Prometheans in the heart of darkness.
Land of the monsters. Walk like Quetzalcoatl amongst the conquered.
Dick hard. Put myself in the stars.
This woman in the dirt, face down, ass up, doing God’s work.
Go native, the world is yours. (It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine)
The sound of Maxim’s guns still sends a chill up my spine
Empire of the Sun, never sense a Christian’s duty is never done
You can bet on significant returns to all shareholders.
King Solomon is mine, just give me a hundred experienced soldiers
(???) good and evil, sweet nothings whispered by cobras
Useless (???) given to greedy chiefs.
Lies told with the practiced ease of an old thief.
When they hung the poor nigga, I felt a certain relief.
Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;
Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought,
Watch locked and heathen folly bring all your hopes to naught.
Gold ill-gotten with guts and gleaming Martin (heavy guns?)
With that holy trinity, who can argue my divinity under two red suns
Return like Kipling’s dead son, summoned by monkey paw
A thousand Philistines slain with a donkey’s jaw
Gave them the rule of law, schools, roles, jobs, clothes and shod
Still, they fled to the land of Nod
Eden’s East, upon his brow mark of the Beast.
Empire fat like a cow slaughtered for the feast.
The stink of a jackal’s teeth.
The gears of war get greased, ground ‘em down to raw meat.
Whites of the eyes, limpet mines
An Apartheid of the mind, Brittania’s corpse exhumed
Hangnail still growing, Dr. Livingston I presume
Blood river still flowing.
(????) crumbles
The dreams of Romans drowned out by (Nahir, gargle, and rumble?)
Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;
Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought,
Watch locked and heathen folly bring all your hopes to naught.
“I love reading books, smoking weed, going to strip clubs with my woman, and hanging with my children.”
— Killer Mike
“So today I was in Hallmark buying my mom a Happy Birthday card when I noticed this old man stnding in front of the Valentines card section contemplating which one to get. I decide to go over and I ask him “Are you getting a Valentine’s Day for your wife?” in which he replies “Leave me alone“
this is why i have faith in humanity
just beautiful.
Thanks for making me cry
omg this literally hurt my heart.
Crying
And now I’m uncontrollably sobbing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
