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Message no. 1
From: Erik Jameson <erikj@****.COM>
Subject: Heavy Mental
Date: Thu, 16 Apr 1998 17:52:08 -0400
>>>>>[Abbadon, what the fuck kinda name is that, muthafucka. Tryin' to get
all med-evil or sumthin' like you's a fuckin' Renaissance faggot or
sumthin.' Don't be going 'round burning shit up, bitch, don't be going
steppin' to the Clan!

You bound to catch VITAS or sumthin!!

Yeah, you got the bugs craaawlin' outcha eyeballs muthafucka!!

Yeah, ain't go FUCKIN' wit da Clan!

Beeeeyaaaaatch!]<<<<<
-- ODB <14:20:13/04-16-59>


>>>>>[Word is bond Dirty. Yeah, he ain't got nuttin.' The Clan is more
dope than heroin, sharper than a needle! Yeah, Abbadon, step inside my
astral pain, fucka I'll bring da pain!]<<<<<
-- da Mef <14:21:27/04-16-59>


>>>>>[Do you not know Abbadon that you are not just the devil, but the
devil's own pawn? You are an oppressor so you are the devil. It is only
your fate that the ones' whos' necks you trode upon will *rise* up and
smite thee!! Repent Abbadon, for only in repentance can you renounce the
devil himself!!]<<<<<
-- Killa Priest <14:22:20/04-16-59>


>>>>>[Fuck wit da Clan and you'll find yourself six feet deep. We've got
the Liquid Swords and the Mystery of Chessboxin.' We've been to Mars and
we've been to Rikers Island. Try to burn us down we'll do your ass like
King bitch!]<<<<<
-- GZA <14:25:19/04-16-59>
Message no. 2
From: Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 02:58:48 +0100
>>>>>[If I understood what you were saying ODB, I might be able to take
you seriously, as it is though, you obviously have a severe speech and
cranial impediment. I know a good surgeon that could help you - he goes
by the name Smith & Wesson.


da Mef: Step into your astral pain... Hmm. I suspect sir, that you
have been indulging in a little too much of something chemical. The
Clan is more dope or dopey?


Killa Priest: I am not the devil, nor his pawn, I do serve a higher
cause, and I am a pawn, but I am not named as an instant of satanic
control, but of the existence of something that walks amongst you. I am
what I am, and repentance is not something I have time for. Consider
your own wishes, and take to your belief, it is not strong enough to
prevent what I do, but it may keep you alive a while longer.


GZA: No comment. Get in my way, and I'll walk all over you, stay out
of my way, and you might live to see a brighter tomorrow.]<<<<<
-- Abbadon <02:58:13/04-17-59>
Message no. 3
From: Erik Jameson <erikj@****.COM>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 17:24:49 -0400
>>>>>[Yo, Killah Priest! Use the Liquid Swords and drop some mathematics
on Abbadon!]<<<<<
-- GZA <13:58:13/04-17-59>

>>>>>[The mind...heavy mental...Jesus Christ is...heavy mental..everything
brings in...havey mental...the day you will experience something...heavy
mental...never done...heavy mental.

Information begins gathering starting the pattern and stargate towards
Saturn between the eye sockets is where i will build my skyrocket you don't
need any passpor all you will need is a thought suddenly the soul becomes
hot as coal a flame blows from out my brain hole like a volcano the brain
begins to process as i start the conquest from out of the physical bondage
the thoght launches voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of
your imagination now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming
at pharaohs inhibitions as we be begin racing like a sparrow through the
narrow population seeking purification the destination is the holy land of
Bethlehem to earl lamb with Abraham and break bread with the sons of man so
slowly hold these hands and stretch forth from the sky like a rubber band
as i begin to step above the land out of the atmosphere don't look back
(why) cause we're almost there just try to prepare and adapt to the air
pressure now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure) beyond the
measure of yards you can't comprehend to god or the distance between stars
pick up quasars inside my radar as we're going far past any astronaut
moving so fast in this aircraft everything we pass gets hot the take-off
the blast turned glass into rocks at last my supreme task wasto no longer
walk on green grass till i become a beam of gas asn travel through a
extreme draft unable to be picked up through cable out of the reach of all
manner of sky examiners heaven scanners giant antennas high tech space
cameras or evidence in any cemetary or obituary not found in any library or
dictionairy or encyclopedia or media i'm in star mode with discipline of
dahmo i broek the UCAS bar code now i'm on allah's road to journey into the
realms of the cosmos whre only god knows or goes blow like a UFO give up my
work clothes only to glow with a holy robe and explode through the
mysterious black holes deep warp the outer zone without a phone to the
unknown to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental) i'm the pilot on
galactical plain of knowledge the culture my scripture light up the ultra
violet so you could see my brain is symbolic to a palace therefore i keep
my hair stylish flesh solid and teeth polished next stage examine my x-ray
take notes for your essay adn let my cassette play for longer than a decade
as i begin to blaze through the milky ways repenting from our filthy ways
replenish for our guilty ways the eyeballs swell up to the size of eggs
beyond dreamland wing span 7 feet between the eyes is the beak destination
of the ride so to reach the peak angelic landscape takes the physical man
behind the hiddne gates of space ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal
rate as we cruise going into magnitude as we break up into a multitude of
molecules going through a long hollow tube with a scholar's view as we
wearing the white garment passing sound waves that's supersonic pass the
comets star clusters changing my physical structure to my lips begin to
pucker kissing christ at the last supper grabbing a brass cup of wine
(Heavy Mental) i feel myself getting older sitting on my sofa in the
position like yoga till my brain passes over the solar system my wisdom
nova i am the controller i begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each
joint into the suns 8 points then i begin to rise like helium escape from
the millenium two thousand meditating to the soft note of a violin i've
been on mars! building the holy synagogue for the royal seminars long
before they had the renaissance there existed a hebrew lodge a phenomenom
out of matrix the world looks at me with envy and hatred just because i
appear to them half naked with an arm full of solid gold bracelets...

Heavy mental.]<<<<<
-- Killah Priest <14:08:13/04-17-59>
Message no. 4
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 23:44:29 +0100
*****NOT TO: Killah Priest
>>>>>[And people call _me_ crazy.]<<<<<
-- the Mighty Quinn <23:45:32/04-17-59>
Message no. 5
From: Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1998 03:53:42 +0100
>>>>>[I quake in my boots from your obviously superior intellect Killah
Priest. However. It would perhaps serve your purposes better if I and
others here knew precisely what the fuck you were on about.


OK, so you think you're an aircraft, orbiting somewhere in the solar
system, while reading a few books in an interstellar library and you
like to wear jewellery, no problem, I know many people who adorn
themselves so. But aside from that, do you actually have anything
constructive to say - or are you simply burning out your last
score?]<<<<<
-- Abbadon <03:53:08/04-18-59>
Message no. 6
From: Erik Jameson <erikj@****.COM>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 18:02:42 -0400
>>>>>[Actually, if one takes the time to break down and analyze what Killah
Priest was saying, it makes a certain amount of sense. Remove all the
strange phrasings, idioms and metaphors and it becomes clear that Killah
Priest is a spiritual man, in search of wisdom rather than a "score."

Need it translated? It's essentially a quest for spirituality and wisdom
over the "realities" of the "real" world, that knowledge and wisdom is
king, that transendance should be the goal for everyone, that material
things matter little.

That's the gist of it anyway. This Killa Priest just has his own way of
saying things. Many prophets/priests/holy men/scam artists have done just
the same.

I would strongly suspect that this Killah Priest is actually what is
sometimes known as an astral adept, able to project and percieve into the
astral plane, but with no other magical abilities. With few exceptions,
these adepts are very spiritual, interpreting their abilities as religious
experiences.

That lingo is admitedly hard to decipher though.]<<<<<
-- Professor Nobody <03:53:08/04-18-59>
Message no. 7
From: Kristling Ravenwing <kristling@*******.CROSSWINDS.NET>
Subject: Re: Heavy Mental
Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 22:46:03 -0400
>>>>>[ I, having a degree in 20th century history (and you thought no one
took that) can sped a little light on Killa Priest's :voice".

In the late 20th centuary, a group of artists called Wu- Tang began
expressing themselves using "gangsta rap", a forebear of today's rap styles
and the "beat talk" scene underground in some cities these days. Wu- Tang
basically decided that those that were spiritually elightened enough to tell
it like it is like they did, should have a way to talk to each other while
befuddling the hell out of everyone else. Much like the "funksters" of the
60's and early 70's, this "new Wu- order" allowed members of the scence to
say things they couldn't say otherwise. Killa Priest's writing (and possibly
speaking style) and that of his compatriots, seems to have its rootsin that
music.

Educational trirate off. Commence running.]<<<<<
-- Kristling Ravenwing <22:46:20/04-20-59>

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