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Javelin

A javelin is a light spear designed primarily to be thrown, historically as a ranged weapon, but today predominantly for sport. The javelin is almost always thrown by hand, unlike the bow and arrow and slingshot, which shoot projectiles from a mechanism. However, devices do exist to assist the javelin thrower in achieving greater distance, generally called spear-throwers. A warrior or soldier armed primarily with one or more javelins is a javelineer. The word javelin comes from Middle English and it derives from Old French javelin, a diminutive of javelot, which meant spear. The word javelot probably originated from one of the Celtic languages. more »

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Water-gunning, wetting bodies like a sauna
I stay god of nothing
Armored arcana-hustling, tarot-carder like mystical pledgings of CP believing me
When I tell him my weed's depleted & I need something to soothe these screams
I pause for applause & backtalk
Attention-getter is crack off a Black Cat then unstrap my dad's gat, go rat-tat
Ragged & battered I stack cadavers in rows
Back to the back if you acting an ass when I be slashing a flow
Hannibal snacks, you pitiful ashen, minuscule rappin, ridicule having hoes
Get in the cavern, suffer the pattern, rubbed in & slathered in blood of the ghost, uh
Well, toke-age is so delicious
& your flow it is all just a load of pernicious hope & I can open the coded entrance to the home I live in with my phone & envision my time alone in these catacombs, yo
I'm the master P, to the I-M-P
Got the iron greaves & a mighty swing, let's go
I eat these seeds & call her in the morning
I eat these seeds & call her in the morning
Top of the food chain like Tyrannosaurus
Like some Vermouth drained
I loosen & soothe things
So lemme excuse flames, aight, hand me the chorus
& I want it to be
Stupendous & super-lit & sorry this is the Pre-
Chorus I had to detour a bit, so let me see, the desolate inner me, get forever ready history's
Repeating, everything I'm reading leads me to believe this doesn't really make a f*ck, no
Any kind of speech is free in this city where they just hit em til the blood shows
Best to mind your manners when you stand in presence of the gospel
So, we hit em til the blood shows
Sit em in a pothole living & run off slow
Just as I appear before the mirror like a juxtaposed endearing kid but also fearfully incensed
When senses flicked by ignorance, incidents are a tempest, shit
I'm indifferent now, got a different doubt but this the pits
Like a puppy, yo
Ruining everything in your fucking home
When I come in it with the bucking chrome & erupt the busts on the mantle & smother candles with the smut I spoke
Uttering the chants of the underworld like a thug in cloak
Uh, I don't know
I could write a flow about some whitey rappers but the fact is I'm in no
I'm in no condition to make opposition but positioned firmly on the throne
Heard me hoe
Firmly on the throne
I'm sterling with it, yo
& I want it to be
Stupendous & super-lit & sorry this is the Pre-
Chorus I had to detour a bit, so let me see, the desolate inner me, get forever ready history's
Repeating, everything I'm reading leads me to believe this doesn't really make a f*ck, no
Any kind of speech is free in this city where they just hit em til the blood shows
Best to mind your manners when you stand in presence of the gospel
So, we hit em til the blood shows
Sit em in a pothole living & run off slow

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