Ordwulf
Ordwulf (died after 1005) was the son of Ordgar, Ealdorman of Devon (died 971). His sister was Queen Ælfthryth, third wife of King Edgar (born 943, died 975; ruled 959-975) The Peaceful and mother of King Æthelred II (c.968-1016) The Unready, during whose reign Ordwulf was a major figure.
Career
Ordwulf did not succeed his father as ealdorman but was however described by the chronicler John of Worcester as Dumnoniae Primus, that is "First in Devon". This suggests he may have held the office of "High Reeve of Devon", and was possibly reeve of the royal manor of Lipton in Devon, which also included lands in East Cornwall.
He attested diplomas from 980 and in 993 was referred to as one of the king's chief counsellors. He frequently attested with Brihtwold, another royal kinsman. Together with Æthelmar and Wulfgeat the king's "beloved thane" he encouraged the king to restore the lands and liberties of Abingdon Abbey in Oxfordshire. According to Goscelin, together with his nephew King Æthelred he saw a vision of the king's recently deceased illegitimate half-sister Edith of Wilton (961-984)(Saint Edith) which led to the translation of her relics thirteen years after her death. He received a bequest of two valuable books, Hrabanus and a martyrology, in the will of Bishop of Crediton Ælfwold III (died 1011/1015).
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Word...life
by: O.C.[Verse 1:]
Let the chime be a part of your mine
Let the rhyme enter twine like a vine
Work your mentally found intellect
I raise eyes like the sight of a tech
Let's take a trip inside of my thoughts
Will I persevere on the mic like sports?
Take me in stride, O.C.'s worth listening
Watch the tricks of a hoe who's a vixen
Tender eyes, they only leadin' to a hard-on
Touchin' tongue stick, two to be a part on
I max, relax, smooth it out like a sax
One of my goals is to make fat stacks
Then I, flip the money to establish this your business
This year beat, you see, I already quizzed it
I gave it a test for the rhyme lynguistics
Honey wanna kiss, gotta remove the lipstick
I dig lips with natural juices
Soft and lickable not rough and ruthless
Because of many people I think denied
Gas in my tank takin' me for a ride
But I'm alright now, smooth as the turn pipe
Cause a mind, spot, organize and search life
Meditate, daily I do, so why sort
Things I consider in my mind is deep thought
[Chorus:]
Word... Life
Word... Life
Word... Life
Word... Life
[Verse 2:]
By the way, do me a favor
Give it a chance, if a nigga has flavor
Years surpass now training is over
I'm bein' intoxicated, now I'm kinda sober
Verses serve for purpose like workers
If this clowns is makin' Hip Hop a circus
Me and my architect, mark my sweat
Bring up the engine, better yet a Corvette
Thoughts are surging like a sub submerging
Some subjects never been touched like a virgin
Urgin' MC's, beware of my wrath
I'm destroyin' all things to go through my path
It doesn't matter the sex type
O to C now, niggaz gettin' done by the quote the in freestyle
Rhythms are constantly switchin' and changin'
Name is O.C., I wrote and arranged this
Fluctuation I add it like seasoning
Before it was missed
Now more than a breeze and
Poetically astoundin', round and soundin'
My brain was paused to a beat, boomin' and bouncin'
808 kickin' with the kicks asided
You must go inside and exhail, divide it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Crushin' competition, dustin' oppostions
Down the toilet on a flushing composition
Describes a week, and for I can speak
Myself against the man, with the true mystique I got
So many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughts
Passin' licks over the head of my foes
Fits I'm givin' 'em it's a living
If I don't wanna take a ride with ya
Then I can't be driven
Bound for town with a raw sound
Seemin' to be lackin' lust in front, my line of MC's
Skits get done by the misfit
Doin' gimmicky shit, followin' the leader from a trend hit
O.C. got it goin' sewn like a sweater
Better believe it, that I get it busy to the letter
Pure and thick, that's so premature ejaculated
And if you had a girl you wouldn't be masturbatin'
Masceradin' your personafication as a lyrical law
When you just not fascinatin'
Nigga, you need to stop flexin' stop vexin' what you not
And sure 'bout what you got