Senebtisi
Senebtisi was an Ancient Egyptian woman who lived at the end of the 12th Dynasty, around 1800 BC. She is only known from her undisturbed butial found at Lisht.
Very little is known about Senebtisi. On the objects found in her tomb she has the second name Zathapy (daughter of Apis). She bears the common title lady of the house. Her husband or parents are not mentioned in her tomb.
The burial of Senebtisi was found by an American expedition in 1907 at Lisht as part of the funerary complex belonging to the vizier Senusret. Her burial was found at the bottom of a shaft in a chamber north of this shaft.
The mummified body of Senebtisi was placed in a set of three coffins. There was an outer wooden coffin, inscribed with text, but only badly preserved. There was a middle coffin with only on inscription on gold foil on the lid. The innermost coffin was human shaped but only very badly preserved. Senebtisi was adorned with an array of personal adornments, many of them especially just made for the burial. There are three broad collars, armlets and anklets and several bead necklaces. The body was also adorned with an array of weapons and royal insignia. Around the pelvis she was wearing a royal apron. Next to the coffin were found in a niche a canopic box with the four canopic jars. At the foot end of the coffin were discovered many pottery vessels.
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You're Late
by: Cenobites[Kool Keith]
Yeah, what's up with all you stupid motherfuckers out
there
giving me that jive vibe and that jam jam, huh
Don't come back with grass between your ass
Cause I'm out here to last and move on forward past
That's right, I gets deep up in that rectum and I
checks them
I got a problem, niggas is wack and they cold fronts
Suburban areas, born and raised with no blunts
Never had a gun, one to pump in a shootout
Always went to church with mom and wore a suit out
Who doubt, can it be hard faking these gods
Yo Don, the kid down the block, he's writing your style
Kicking your style, flaunting your style, jocking your
style
Did you see him at the Apollo and
Following, swallowing sperm and
Then throw up, blow up, then pick a ho up
I never need to suck a dick for a deal
I never need a car to pull a fly bitch
I leave you standing like an S1-W
Cold and freezing with your asshole standing
Coughing, sneezing, begging, pleasing
MC's smell like fish, that's a reason
Oh you cut your hair bald?
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah
A lot of humane with rap skills
Now you're selling your asshole dreams on Hollywood
Hills
Like a shark would bite, suck my deals with gills
Cause you're no frills, taking feminine pills reel to
reel
My cock you feel, fuck that shit
Your girl is wet as a seal
You can't front man, act like a stunt man
Fool of the girls, cause your lover is one man
I know the girls and the girls that lick girls
But it's hard to breathe with your bullshit gheri curls
Don't try to step to the X with that ill shit
I'm not P.M. Dawn, crazy man with real shit
Don't try to play me cause you gotta do shows, hoes
Wipe that shit out your nose
[Percee-P]
In '88 it was all about an ill flow
Lyrcial goodies, not a hoodie and a steel toe
Talking bout you wrecking parties, stretching hotties
Catching bodies, then let me see you step to Gotti
I stunned you with skills, megatons of it
Fuck the guns and shit, I'll beat anyone you get
I cut you off like a sharp machete blade
Swear to God, the only card you be pulling is Medicaid
Joke to me, broke MC with a gold head
Wrecking, checking say better rhymes on my own shit
I got a deal corruption and come up with
But niggas like you just suck dick
Like cattle, punk rappers I rounds up
Yo chief, I turns your fucking beef into ground chuck
You're pulling bitches? Nope, not on my block
Nigga, the only hoes you can get is from my glock
Boom boom boom boom
[Kool Keith]
Yo Don, punch the fuck in, you're late
[Godfather Don]
Body bag 'em, I stang 'em with lyrical dimes be hangin
Niggas that figure we're the triggers with fake
triggers
Never underestimate what the best will take
Of the rest state of MC's make them bless the great
Of some more top minds, align refine
To the exaggerated potency of a glock nine
I rock mine with tope rhymes in a lot time
To weaker brothers, and others who debate I got mine
I rock on beat off beat, toss meat
Where's that skill, punk? You lost me
Rehearse first curse cause we heard church worse
And facilitate rehabilitate the message purposes
Blood spatter, I'm mad as a mad hatter
Rappers stagger badder rappers at a distance for
instance
Rappers get deals after kicking nil
I'm checking skill after that's a drill technical bill
Hearse blood on my first drug so leave nubs for hands
My Tims land like Van Damme to Sam
Man that's packing dust, the dust with a lush to bust
Because of us you want to get back into lyrcial thrust
But the mic you hold is overthrown
Or should I spit out of my lung on my tounge I brought
a Trojan
Now I'm a disperse the verse and piece the purse