At-Tur
Sūrat aṭ-Ṭūr (Arabic: سورة الطور, "The Mount") is the 52nd sura of the Qur'an with 49 ayat. The surah that opens with the oath of the Divine One swearing by the Mount of Sinai, where the Torah was revealed to Moses. It takes its name from "the mount" (ṭūr) mentioned in Ayah#1. The surah which addresses many of the arguments put to the Prophet by the disbelievers of Mecca (ayah#29 ff.). The bliss that will be enjoyed by the believers is contrasted to the torments of Hell, and the Prophet is urged to bide his time, to continue to deliver his message, and to wait with confidence for God’s judgement. God swears by, among other things, Mount Sinai, that the Day of Judgement is inevitable.
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At-Tur (Mount of Olives)
At-Tur (Arabic: الطور, lit. "The Mount" in Arabic) is an Arab majority neighborhood on the Mount of Olives approximately 1 km east of the Old City of Jerusalem. At-Tur is situated in East Jerusalem, which was annexed by Israel after the Six-Day War in 1967.
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The Chapel of the Ascension is located in At-Tur. Located on the Mount of Olives, the chapel is part of a larger complex consisting first of a Christian church and monastery, then an Islamic mosque. It is located on a site which the Christian faithful traditionally believe to be the earthly spot where Jesus ascended into Heaven forty days after his resurrection.
In 1596, the village appeared as Tur Zayta in Ottoman tax registers as being in the Nahiya of Quds of the Liwa of Quds. It had a population of 48 Muslim households and 8 bachelors, and paid taxes on wheat, barley, vines or fruit trees, and goats or beehives.
An Ottoman village list of about 1870 counted 38 houses and a population of 127, though the population count included men only. It was described as a village on the Mount of Olives. In 1883, the Palestine Exploration Fund's Survey of Western Palestine (SWP) described At-Tur as "a small straggling village on the top of Olivet. The houses are built of stone, but low and mean. The church of the Ascension, now a mosque, stands towards the west at the brow of the hill."
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The Tape Intro
by: Odd Future[Intro]
And I present to you
To You All
The Odd Future compilation
Fuck, give it up
Starring
Casey V, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Super 3, and Tyler,
the Creator
(Give it up! Give it up for ‘em!)
Will y'all shut the fuck up?
Damn, I’m here
Alright, let me configure this
Get this ready
Alright, let’s go
[Verse]
Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
And of course his Hunger Force is aqua teen by all
means
Fuck a deal, signature is legible
I'm the reason why niggas is heatin' up they vegetables
From being bullied in the sixth, to being dissed by any
bitch
That can breath, please throw me in a ditch
And I hope I sell a copy of this disk
Fuck Hope, I am one short, a miracle of wish
Whether you nigga or ese, the magazine is great
Because the articles an essay
Half you dumb niggas can't even write an essay
Cause all of ya'll some stupid asses, S.A
You motherfuckers in denial
I'm the square just like the tile, right down the
fucking isle
Music was my only friend, ever since I was a child
I make niggas frown, just to give myself a smile
Mother was my father, the nigga didn't bother
To send a kid a dollar, my only role model was
Niggas that record and that could play keyboards
And wild piano chords make me happy
Dr. Suess more important than Jesus
Y'all immigrants to depression, Nigga give me a visa
We sick, the same lames that sneeze us
Made us turn to Jazz now, because the black kids would
tease us
I need a fucking chain, I need to make it rain
I need some fucking rims, A car that I can rent
A verse about swag, jeans sagging off my ass
No I don't, fuck that, I am not a fucking fag
I run and I'm still scared of guns
In the marching band but I bang my own drums and
Sing my own song, all of my wrongs are right
Never got into a fight, hit me
Bass, drum, snare let it go
Disappear like good music in the past year
And everybody do the same thing, I hear the same shit
All the time, like the radio is queer
This isn't a mixtape, it's more of ear rape
By kids who think you other niggas suck
It's very offensive, you niggas defensive
If you can't take the heat then get the fuck out the
kitchen, listen
[Outro]
Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats, Super 3, Casey V, Left
Brain