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    "Arthur Jermyn (edit)"genre: Horrorcore
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    You can't escape your lineage.
    CD: The Things Of Nature...

    Story Behind the Song
    Hiphop Canada described ginzu3 as "not being so of the wall
    that you can't dig him".... here's the contradiction
    to all of that...

    perhaps just a friendly jab at the extremist lyrics
    of so many "next level" mc's, or perhaps a gross
    fusion of HP LoveCraft and Hiphop.
    In the Lovecraft short story, Arthur Jermyn kills
    himself after discovering his great great great
    grandmother was an ape creature from Africa.
    Here, in traditional apocalyptic style, ginzu3
    explores the possibilites of man's past, from the
    time of evolution through to current human history,
    as being controlled by the blood that is passed
    down from generation to generation, leaving
    much to the imagination.
    The chorus encourages a fatalistic acceptance
    in that whatever negative traits may have been
    a part of our blood linage will certainly
    show up in us. (..is your future, is your self defeat)
    The songs begins and ends on an apocolyptic note (hinting that some
    disaster could ultimately lead humanity back into
    their simian roots), and the cryptic lyrical presentation
    might confuse some people. (the actual talk of bloodlines
    doesn't even come into play until "Past tense... Prehistoric
    ascents are merely rhetorical events...")
    Take this one with a grain of salt.

    Lyrics
    Molotov Concoctions,
    bad dreams,
    misery,
    monsters talking in latin
    sleepwalking
    through simian lineage
    drop your weapons....
    the hideous procurred venom
    will stop your descending into heaven
    and I'm sending a message
    defending apprehension of...
    at the very mention of...
    - your rules
    and regulation only gave us
    more fools and fakers
    the bravest warriors dead on the floor
    as the maker looks on...
    - save the sorriest bunch for last,
    debunk the past,
    curse the future at a Lutherean mass
    mutual suicide pacts
    for kids who can't do as they ask
    ...
    Past Tense
    Prehistoric ascents are
    merely rhetorical events of
    tomorrow's mistakes and
    forsaken God's and morals

    "There's alot of blood in your vains...
    where did it come from?!"

    if men truely knew of their
    descendants and where they ascended to
    the possibility of genetics infecting
    modern humans with heretical
    tendencies -
    The stuff of pagan legend and mythology
    runs through our cardiology
    with the bad blood
    of a million ancestor's names
    manifests in arteries and blood veins
    part of me can attest
    part of me thinks I've gone insane
    your blood as old as humanity's kingdom
    the thing's we've done
    the thing's our blood
    has made us do
    the essence of both pagan and puritan
    residing inside you as if
    you were given 10 thousand lives
    to live and each one is saying
    "live as I do"
    Humans wanting to deny the possibility
    of tainted bloodlines screwing
    with the pedigree that they were so
    proud of

    your future
    is your pedigree
    is your self defeat
    is your future
    is your pedigree
    is your future
    is your future

    There's monkey blood all through you!
    blech -
    the collective of humanity
    wants to forget that we evolved from beasts
    and so beasts will shall become...
    The (humans) enslave the native races
    and would have died knowing they came from the
    the same place originally and showed the same
    bloodline indigeny
    you there -
    the king's and prominents
    cursed with the blood of the common men
    Christians saying "Amen"
    on habitual nature,
    aware of their pagan pedigree
    but they don't want to face it
    Heathen races,
    inbedded in genetical
    heretical cryostasis
    ready to resurface in society
    its not concious priority
    just the killer inbedded inside of me
    wanting to be born
    your blood is living
    the horrid mystery
    your blood is older than recorded history
    humans are lycanthrope like werewolves
    and when it happens its gonna
    be a handful of terror
    - the realization's never pretty
    everybody's not what they seem
    but never realize
    viewing ourselves as idealized
    cilization
    fearing the ordeal of seeing ourselves
    through the primordial mirror
    to hell with it -
    historical murderers and killers
    that are your relatives
    securing that no man is pure
    humanity reverting into hominids
    lies ominous, surely
    after the comets hit
    its the bad blood

    What did arthur Jermyn discover when he
    torched himself that fateful night?

    your future
    is your pedigree
    is your self defeat
    is your future
    is your future
    is your self defeat
    is your future

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