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ILL SEER: PHOSPHATIDYLSERINE (fos-PHAT-id-ILL SEER-een). The first solo offering from theology professor and PhD candidate Cyril Guérette, the veteran performer from the UK's top hip-hop outfit, Delegates of Culture. The Ill Seer is a man of many interests, but has been a lover of hip-hop since the late 1980s. The record's title refers to a brain nutrient - a symbol of the type of nourishing music the Ill Seer provides. This is integrity filled hip-hop from an intellectual perspective that provides an honest look into the Seer's life and seeks to challenge the socially created boundaries of artistic expression.

*Nominated for CGMA Covenant Award in Best Hiphop/Rap Album category.

*RADIO CHARTING: Waterloo - CKMS FM 100.3 (Overall Charts: #2, #6, #7, #9, #14); Saskatoon - CFCR FM 90.5 (Hiphop Charts: #2, #3); Halifax - CKDU 97.5 (Hiphop Charts: #8); Vancouver - CFRO 102.7 (Urban Charts: #2 Add, #20, #23); Soundclick.com (Alternative Hiphop Charts: Highest = #19).

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released January 17, 2005

Artwork by Maegan Guerette

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ILL SEER Toronto, Ontario

Toronto-based Rapper/Pastor/Professor who has been performing on stages since 1995 and recording music since his first songs with Delegates of Culture in 1999.

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Track Name: INTRODaUnCTION ft. Inja
INTRODaUnCTION

I meet in the temple corner
a simple loner mourner moaner,
my loaner of righteousness
might just bust me dead in the streets
cuz i've said much over beats
telephones and ethernet connections
that disrespect a section of my own election
to the Family,
i've been ramming me
full of toxins sold in boxes or baggies,
i'm not slagging these
bredren or sistren
but spit red blood in the cistern
of dissed men and now i miss them
and their efforts,
why throw sticks at lepers
when leopards are eating our offspring?
sing soft sing
hard
for a fleeting shard of stability,
i'm a scarred liability
to this occupation with a preoccupation
on inoculation against the diseases,
party-pleasers sit on the fence
don't start me, the pit gets tense
i've rent the tent of evil agents
but at Lent spent my cents
on a demented gent's sentences
pent up in penitentiary
don't mention me to the warden,
cuz its Flash Gorden vs. the Gorgon
with the morgue on high alert
why'd I flirt with such destruction?
I don't know, but please plaster faster with the Unction.



Words © Cyril Guérette.
Track Name: Phosphatidylserine
Phosphatidylserine

To those with ears let them hear the seer,
To those who are auriculate let me articulate
Fos-PHAT-id-ILL SEER-een

As imperial homo sapiens enter
recipients to the incipient temporal spatial world
multifarious inferior racial exteriors
are here and there made nefariously hilarious
various categories are scattered with gory consequences
sorry story sequences on forty frequencies
upheaval of the primeval integral interval of time
our frugal frames mine only a prodigal mime of mind
the Prodigy's odyssey is obviously devious
a mischievous devil misleads when we believe misdeeds relievin' us
evil thus is renitent
in the ancient yet recent precinct of production
instinct our instant induction;
both distinction and deduction, incessant reduction
definitely manifest destitute destiny,
the institute's prostitutes are pressing me
resist instead (invest) in the recipe to resuscitate
reinstate every entity's unity
in the recess, reassess and investigate
that property of poetry that's notably noble
it's probably not properly a logo
Logos is low on gas,faces say the reality of virtue is virtual
But if this were true, it would really hurt you all.

Idyllic Cyrillic Scriptures pictured in acrylic pixels,
A mosaic of archaic proverbs probably prohibited in Hicksville. (x2)

Guard your treasury from the treachery of lecherous sketchy wretches
Procure a security in surety against the incommensurate
Who hate, chide, then circumscribe the scribe
Despite the laughter I rap at cha through the aperture of the rapture
Fight with an attitude that has an aptitude to capture
the ineffectual in a perpetual perceptual intellectual spectacle,
contempt for the contemporary menace of immanence,
an agitated antiquated immigrant
who mitigates against the imitation of intimate intimation,
infiltrate and rail against the frailty of our imposed failed reality
closed and opposed to an impaled spirituality,
spatiality readily hailed as our specialty
but our species just bailed into an easy banality.
The Preliminary Luminary Finality is forgotten
For we've gotten rotten and brought on ourselves this parking lot in life

Idyllic Cyrillic Scriptures pictured in acrylic pixels,
A mosaic of archaic proverbs probably prohibited in Hicksville.
Track Name: Theory vs. Practice ft. Vangel
Theory vs. Practice

Nihilistic Will to Power. Survival of the Fittest.
Be realistic - admit this: our inability to kill and guilt not arrive the next hour.
If it was just muscles we'd all hustle to be Mussolini.
Must be we only cuss all we're seeing cuz really we're fleeing its Meaning.
Meaning we're fiending to deny our dependence.
I reply that's why we don't spy our intended transcendence.
You try to truncate abundance,
vacate the circumference of circumstance,
Infer it's just a Circus of Chance.
Well, I advance it's an Avalanche of Surplus Sir
Plus I concur with it's current.
Currently carried away, married to the day, it's scary the way
My philosophy fills past the brim - no one can put a stop on me.
Properly, I'm just skimming the surface with dim didaction.
I usurp foes thus, what I proposed in prose … I did in action.

Chorus:

PUSH THE LIMITS SOUNDSCAPE EXPLORATION
THE LIGHTER SIDE MORE PULL THAN GRAVITY
BATTERY ACID TRIP WIRE LESS CORROSION
EXPLOSION BIG BANG
THEORY VS. PRACTICE

Verse 3

In theory we they appear as the axis of evil
In practice we actually just fear other people.

In theory vehicles kill with their Carbon
In practice Johnny needs to drive his Car son.

In theory we create our superior democracy
In practice it's a 4-year dictator bureaucracy

In theory every matter has it's separate category
In practice it's all just the same old story.
Track Name: Think About These Things ft. Mandy Martens
Think About These Things

My city has the psyche of a sin-sick cynic,
They mimic my stand on the mic like a stand-up clinic,
Even our comedy is honestly at enmity with the remedy
Called virtue;
Like it would hurt you
To give living in the darkness a curfew.
We're few and far between
Who would wean the world from its mean fixation,
Yet a kinder mindset could intervene and fix this nation.
I pick my stations carefully,
Guard the last shard of clarity prayerfully,
Where parity is a parody
Only purity is a surety.
Sure I'm wordy, but would you rather of heard me
Absurdly glorify another murder scene?
It occurred to me, fortify your thoughts for forty nights,
As hordes of advertising demons vehemently fight,
a verse rings out,
"Think about these things."

CHORUS (Phil. 4:8):

Whatever is true and noble,
whatever is good and pure,
lovely or admirable, (Think about these things)
if it's excellent or praiseworthy,
Think about these things.


I've been delegated dedicated for several years
Whatever will come the Ill Seer
Takes one step forward with two looks back
n forthcoming an evangelist backed by drumming.
This music is my way to heal the planet;
Of course I feel the panic,
Stricken by a ridiculous sense of self worth,
Fighting hell on earth already knowing the outcome.
I won't be outdone up in lawsuits
Or disputes despite the ill reputrid
Stupid dusty industry.
It must be my future family to feed
That helps me keep my sanity,
In this unsanitarry if you will world.
How will the next generation react to a star track
so far back to the basics?
In case it's positive
I posit I got a lot to give.

CHORUS

If it's True even the News can't disguise it with lies
And being noble is hope for all local and global ties.
Should you be good its good for you, and your goods too.
What is pure will endure as the cure to all our maladies.
The lovely are demure yet valiantly paint murals validly.
Admirable are the admirals who face the tainted without fainting,
Excellent are they who lay worldly concerns to be burned,
waiting patiently,
Praiseworthy is the Saintly, ain't she?

While so many sink into the route of Bling Bling,
Sometimes a man's gotta think about these things.

CHORUS X2
Track Name: My Proposal (October 9th, 2002)
MY PROPOSAL (October 9, 2002)

Since I was a little chap
Before I even heard of rap
A nerd who napped
In class dreaming of a lass
To share a lifetime,
A wife I'm able to adore and care for
Pour out my deepest secrets
Weep without regret
Keep it discrete yet communicated
I soon debated if I'd meet this girl
Before I reaped the whirlwind.
It's keeping Cyril in a state of anxiety
A few dates even lied to me,
I tried to be free from society
But the scheme wouldn't die in me.
I'd even write in my diary …
Then one day I was shook by the very
Chick that flickered through my barely legible dreams.
"It's incredible," I screamed.
"Look, checkout the book of my life like a library."
Now I'm merry and rarely want to be apart from her,
My heart is sure, my eyes start to blur,
With tears of sheer ecstasy,
I want her sexy figure next to me
Every night and morning.
I fight not to be corny,
It's alright, just don't ignore me.


It's my proposal to be at your disposal
Never to oppose all your dreams and ambitions
It seems I AM wishes you to be my Mrs.
I suppose I'd be remiss if … (X2)


Maegan I'd be a pagan vagrant
If it wasn't for your blatant pageantry
No more savagery from your gentry
You gently put me in my place - In your heart,
I face this century venturing
with an elegant element On my arm.
I promise to guard you from harm,
If it's not too hard, harness your charm
And farm the fields of my being,
I yield but I'm not fleeing.
I finally feel free
and I can't articulate how much you appeal to me;
as such, your art percolates in my mind,
I find your perky smirk binding.
Lets work together in holy matrimony,
Harmony over acrimony
whether we're lacking money or wholly prosperous,
it'd be preposterous to try stopping us
in our hospitable trust.
And it costs us nothing but unswerving commitment
To each other and our immanent Father
It's unnerving that so many would rather not bother
But we know better and sow vows for good or bad weather,
Should we be sad, I'm glad to know it'd be together.

It's my proposal to be at your disposal
Never to oppose all your dreams and ambitions
It seems I AM wishes you to be my Mrs.
I suppose I'd be remiss if I didn't make this explicit … (X2)

Maegan, will you marry me?
Track Name: Livin' Godly (Refrain)
LIVIN' GODLY (REFRAIN)

Praise to the Creator
raise hands to the mind-inflator
bind the haters with bands'
instrumentalization
strum for mental realization
of the infinite
cuz i'm into it
though not every minute
when i forget to eat my spiritual spinach
i let u hear it all and then i'm finished
until i drop to my knees
and stop pleasing the easement
of my flow from the rooftops
till i'm eased to a trough
to eat the garbage harbanged
by the hard age of info
and i'm a nympho-neophyte
fight with Neo for the right
to be declared the true cleric-prophet
too scared and scarred to top it
off like a Guinness
i'm in this to win this war against Satan
deflatin' the enemies rubber duckies
struck these robbers with dub and tuck these
children into the wilderness
where wierdness is bliss
cuz we're in this together,
to gain feathers like eighties dudes
i played these rude duds out in a budding feud
between two families of similes
one like anatomic anomalies
the other like catastrophic castrations
So I vent frustration with a bent and busted nation


Cuts: "Sometimes I still refrain from livin' godly."


I forget the calls to the divine
fall into the ravine of raving
behaving like a slave salivating for a salary
forgot to count the calories
got caught with amounts of attempts at valour
that exempt me from the pallour of my diet
I try it
vying to get the die cast
but i die too fast for this roll-call
stall
control my gall
by hurdling it to the seas
the curdling screams of seagulls see all
but i freefall [freefalling]
into repetition
like a petty Petty Diddy
did he
understand the wondrous plan
thunderous amongst the thoughts of a man
stranded on a planet of manics
only invoking Truth with a "Damn it!"?
i'm provoking the youth to panic
took a picnic in the closed closet
disposed my deposit
deposed, a hobbling hobbit,
wobbling in my hobby
i lobby the laboratories
to give the gift of gab and stories
it due place at the forefront of society
for they front on it's propriety
that's why we be
unrecognized
and wrecked with lies in agony
these mags on me
miss the true Details
i blew it at retail
but prevail in e-mail

[see cyril rail, a pale gandalf in a stand off]
Track Name: F8
F8

Each sentence is an entrance which reaches the ceiling,
kneeling I'm feeling to teach is appealing.
Congealing with a concealing Spirit
i revere it and clear it a path.
Math is supraphysical,
We're looped individuals
Indivisible. but there's still residual traces
of spaces between nuclear particles.
Ill, u can't sear the genuine article.
I part the bull in you, culling u out,
mulling about in a tranced state,
i dance with fate, for chance is my mate,
and i can't wait to plant my feet in a state
replete with a rate of great acceleration.
With celluar motivation
i call to Life!
to Biology, "Sit up, acknowledge me!
Quit the bit about entropy,
my isotopes are sloping sloppily."
Dropping the intense dense muse
found in each element of matter,
my helmet of scattered truths
produce useful fullness,
and i pull this huge weight,
i muse on fate,
abuse it until the universe shouts that it hates me.
I pout and curse until it berates me
into submission,
rubs my face in it's mission.
The pub's the place where i waste my vision.
all blurry, a surly Cyril curls into his corner,
and yell's "Oh, Poor Her."
Nature ... the fate ur assigning to me,
is asinine ... i flee,
but to where? She still stares me down.
I kill care but it frowns and reincarnates.
Can I bar fate from it's call,
the marred earth will fall if i still stall,
but i ball about bills,
and mill about malls,
oh when will the walls fall like Jericho ...
i bust a rhyme about my scenario,
and wearily flow to a trickle,
peep fate's fickle sickle
demonstrate death. Each breath is a bait,
tainted by selfishness, wealth, and stress.
The harder you barter to enjoy it
the more in the core one of course destroys it.


Dealt a hard hand by Fate,
She demands to pull my cards.
Feeling stressed, I fold under pressure
Confess to my dealer in an irate state
I hate Fate. (X2)


Sitting in my wooden cabin knitting
thinking I shouldn't have read what's written,
smitten by the anxiety
cuz there's no propriety
or props when you're stalked maniacally.
I've walked 100 miles
seen locked frowns and smiles
but the vile juvenile gargoyles
spoil my toil,
I recoil from these serpents
what's the purpose of time spent,
now I'm chased by disgraced agents,
and displaced from the latest taste
in fashion, crashing but still lashing
out like touted tyres,
attired in a spiral of denial,
Penile penmanship
may end my ship's travels,
unless I unravel the secret to their discontentment,
I regret their prevailing resentment,
can I prevent them from railing against the tenant
of tenacious tendencies?
I'm gracious for my mendicancy,
but can we mend or can't we?
You try to bring enlightenment
but so many things keep on fighting it,


Dealt a hard hand by Fate,
She demands to pull my cards.
Feeling stressed, I fold under pressure
Confess to my dealer
I'd appreciate a date with Fate.

Dealt a hard hand by Fate,
She demands to pull my cards.
Feeling stressed, I fold under pressure
Confess to my dealer
Yes, I wait on Fate.


i hurdle through 380 degree circles, a circus of purpose and promises that astonishes wit honest ish, honing honey homilies, sugary anomalies, lifting feet off the street like ollies, strolling with freestyle trollies thru small lyrical malls and alleys, selecting perfecting tallies and tabulations of rhyme formulations without need of congratulations, heed but reject emulation cuz there's a neglect in this prefect of original salutations and greetings, for a fleeting moment we're meeting in a cybersphere, but i'm a diver here, delving into these reveling shenanigans, until i learn what it takes to be a man again, and i plan to stand amongst my seed with enuff to supply their need, but reply that they indeed should chase their own dreams, in case what i've sown deems me incapacitated, in a dilapidated status until i'm rehabilitated to what God would have us ...


Dealt a hard hand by Fate,
She demands to pull my cards.
Feeling stressed, I scold under pressure
Debate with my dealer
Fate - can't you relate?

Dealt a hard hand by Fate,
She demands to pull my cards.
Feeling stressed, I fold under pressure
Confess to my dealer and state:
I'm blessed by Fate (I'm blessed by Fate).
Track Name: TRuthless
TRuthless

i caught the aroma
in ancient tomes a' knowledge from the west to the orient
found at my college
it sounds like foliage
when i rustle through the leaves
it ends in grief
my friends, we're all thieves
stealing from a vast past of bastards
trying to be the masters of our trade
but invaded by the vapours
pulling verbal rape capers and shouting "laters"
inflators of fiction
we cross wires like electricians
to elect politicians
that are never truly friendly
their duty is pretending
and bending fact into factions
satisfaction with no atonement
i alone went
to the top of the tower to recite
the truth i write with the power of the moonlight
i'll soon fight
with the weight of a million warriors
hardcore ignorers
of the lie-storers and horrid off-shore borrowers
i'll be sorrier tomorrow
but will still courier the marrow
for your transplant
and supplant the eggplant with obergines
which sober means
look at Truth through different eyes
and you'll break down it's disguise
Track Name: LieBull
LieBull

Trippin's not really the tip i'm on
my lips should spawn something more wholesome
with a whole holistic sum of upliftment
the cup of my gift went
around the cipher circle
like a waterbottle at a rave
why utter battle craving antics
when u panic soon as my manic mandibles
start stringing u like a mandolin
shaolin sings of things incomprehensible
you're reprehensible with your ostensible
attempts at defining my essence
i'm refining these blessin'
to stop the stressin of those messin
with the new world order
ordeurves served in this ode to you
say aurevior to the reservoir when you/I blew the code
my abode strobed in the light of heaven
revvin' for the inevitable
leviable uprising
surmising that my timings enviable
in viable Bibles liable to spark revival
in dark and dingy dungeons
your wrung out to dry like a wrong number
sung into slumber i begin to wonder
should i plunder this language savagely
or leave it ravaged by these average cadavers
And their lavish adverts


My egghead scrambles as I gamble
that my ramble will amble through the bramble
and stand tall, but it doesn't hold a candle
to the bold vandals who scandalized
the lies of a nation at this art's instigation.
In the heart of this situation duplication seems inevitable,
it's incredible how pliable are my rivals,
replying with unreliable edifices,
they're liable to disgrace the places
they mean to intelligently represent.
I don't demean - I diligently prevent
the venting of hot air.
I got caught with a stare at the stars,
It's not fair that I'm not behind bars,
but i never spat lines on the bar anyways.
Many play at spraying, only obeying
the on-beat. I spawn beat-downs
with my sweet nouns and bombastic chiastic
tactics that bounce slightly off-kilter,
what I pronounce might be felt despite the filter.
I request stilts-we're not blessed to be high as the land of kilts,
still my hand has killed off pressed quality formats,
soft wannabee four-tracks, poor cats, they oughta be doormats.
Can't ignore the fact that I've returned to file a vinyl
and burn a CD that turns consistently.


These majestic testaments are anti-sceptic
I rep kid in freestyle
u be in denial,
flouting your penile gland
spouting about how your band stands
but couldn't touch my marbles with a handspan
Dorc my man plans
to make phatter beats each second
don't matter cuz the old one's are so sweet we already got twenty records
plenty of stubborn pornheads
got torn and stuffed in the shed
cuz I bled for this movement
and when the groove went to jiggy
did u figure the alternative
was to alter the native sounds
or bend and get down?
as I rock sixty rhymes per minute
I'm like a pixy eating spinich,
Popeye powered, clock on the Mean Greenwich
which witch was shocked
when I finished this incantation
cuz my plan was to go back
and attack the plantations,
a time-travelling misfit
unravelling your dis quick,
I flicked it off like an annoying fly,
why this toy try
and mess with the blessed rhyme sprayer
time to say a prayer …
God, don't let me be a player!
Track Name: Sometimes Somebody
Sometimes Somebody

At times to be truculent seems succulent.
Sometimes being voluble is valuable
And moldable totally extolable,
Other times it's scoldable.
Sometimes silence is compliance
alliance with cruel and vile violence,
at others it's a science of mutual reliance.
Sometimes making this palusive is elusive
Other times to be lucid is obtrusive.
Sometimes to earn concern is discerning
Others it's certainly disconcerting.
Sometimes the naiveté of the nativity effects me negatively,
but despite the ridicule of putting the perfect pedagogue on his pedestal
this festival gives me the pedigree of a predestined pedestrian. (Incredible)

Somebody said they were a somebody
But nobody's a nobody,
And if you say anything,
Man it hurts like anything.

Sometimes to be gallant comes across as wisely elegant
But guys and gals who gallivant are fairly unintelligent.
The valent are rarely valiant
but varying very often a necessary talent.
Sometimes to mollify serves to nullify the probability of problems,
Others times to placate is to vacate probity
and to pacify actually gratifies nobody.
At times, being intractable is attractive
But once in a while to be irrefragable shows we're really fragile.
Sometimes being inexorable may be deplorable
On the other hand, the demand to always be vulnerable is also intolerable.
Some days to be a composer of words becomes imposing,
Those who highpost ripostes boast of toasting nerds,
But while they coast on the surface, I observe hiphop's purpose
and propose they're served.

Somebody said they were a somebody
But nobody's a nobody,
And if you say anything,
Man it hurts like anything.
Track Name: (March 30th, 2000)
(March 30th, 2000)

Up all night Thursday
fight w/ my own in brain the worst way
cursed the day I took the academic vein
Adamic flesh pressed by wire mesh
3 different essays, philosophic topics
defiant? Let's just say, a few drafts got trashed by spot kicks
not 1 second of sleep I reckon
as I creep to deliver them
a cold shiver when
I return my latest best friend books
let's end this relationship though we're both visibly shook
vacation ship sailing, let's hook up with prevailing crooks
Delegates and Taskforce, last course,
last lecture as term tapers
past the texture of sandpaper
rough capers prove smooth
soothing soothsayers
truth, the lair's layers favour
freestyle behaviour
the phattest session I've ever blessed in
messin' with the perception of my profession
by the suggestion
that spontaneity haunts the laity
freestyles hittin' harder than any prewritten spittin'
the gaurders of truth like a virgin's garter belt
sweltering welts when you felt the pelts that we dealt
the 5th element well demented
represented never resented (ya we meant it)
true pioneers careers only hinted at by the veneer
of mass media recording
re-swording to blast past like meteors
talk of future gatherings lathering the cleansing soap in my mind
tensing at the condensing of such beauty to plastic
still shoot me when I touch it if I don't state it's fantastic
... then i went and crashed kid.
Track Name: Numblock ft. Skuff
NumbLock

I don't care to live in your narrative
Be fair and give my comparative literature
It's due imperative
Too bitter and impared
I swear we we wear
the marks of the burdens we carry
Hurry and embark, It's urgent don't tarry!
Don't worry if you're weary but be wary.
Escape the escapade
At capacity parades cascade the landscape
Invade our unguarded gardens like mandrake
You're man Drake
Drank the snake's snacks
Dragged by the Dragon out back to the false Eden
Got cults believing that the bull their reading
Is indeed the full meaning.
Meeting me half-way house
Beating a great Grateful Dead grey horse.

Fink on the brink of extermination
Pawn on the dawn of self-determination
Where went the differentization?
Detours won't deter the sure, firm, unshaken!

Fink on the brink of extermination
Pawn on the dawn of self-determination
Where went the differentiation?
Detours won't deter the sure, firm, unshaken!
Track Name: The Sayings of the Seers
The Sayings of the Seers

1 Samuel 9: 9 (Beforetime in Israel, when a man went to enquire of God, thus he spake, Come, and let us go to the seer: for he that is now called a Prophet was beforetime called a Seer.) …11 And as they went up the hill to the city, they found young maidens going out to draw water, and said unto them, "Is the seer here?" 12 And they answered them, and said, "He is; behold, he is before you: make haste now, for he came to day to the city; for there is a sacrifice of the people to day in the high place. 13 As soon as ye be come into the city, ye shall straightway find him, before he go up to the high place to eat: for the people will not eat until he come, because he doth bless the sacrifice; and afterwards they eat that be bidden. Now therefore get you up; for about this time ye shall find him." … 18 … "Tell me, I pray thee, where the seer's house is." 19 … "I am the seer: go up before me unto the high place; for ye shall eat with me to day, and to morrow I will let thee go, and will tell thee all that is in thine heart."

2 Chronicles 19:2 … the seer went out to meet him, and said to king Jehoshaphat, Shouldest thou help the ungodly, and love them that hate the LORD? therefore is wrath upon thee from before the LORD.

Amos 7: 12 …, O thou seer, go, flee thee away into the land of Judah, and there eat bread, and prophesy there: 13 But prophesy not again any more at Bethel: for it is the king's chapel, and it is the king's court.

2 Chronicles 16: 7 … the seer came to Asa king of Judah, and said unto him, Because thou hast relied on the king of Syria, and not relied on the LORD thy God, therefore is the host of the king of Syria escaped out of thine hand. … 10 Then Asa was wroth with the seer, and put him in a prison house; for he was in a rage with him because of this thing. And Asa oppressed some of the people the same time.

2 Chronicles 33:18 …his prayer unto his God, and the words of the seers that spake to him in the name of the LORD God of Israel, ... 19 … behold, they are written among the sayings of the seers.

Isaiah 30: 8 Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book, that it may be for the time to come for ever and ever. 9 That this is a rebellious people, lying children, children that will not hear the law of the LORD: 10 Which say to the seers, See not; and to the prophets, Prophesy not unto us right things, speak unto us smooth things, prophesy deceits:

2 Kings 17: 13 Yet the LORD testified against Israel, and against Judah, by all the prophets, and by all the seers, saying, Turn ye from your evil ways, and keep my commandments and my statutes, according to all the law which I commanded your fathers, and which I sent to you by my servants the prophets.

2 Samuel 15: 27 … Art not thou a seer?
Track Name: Triumphant
Triumphant

I look to the sky in expectation
To see the elect infect a nation
There'll be no more sorrow,
No need to beg, steal, or borrow
No vague feelings of I'll feed the poor tomorrow
No getting on your knees cuz you need to score bro.
No diseases, no leases, no fees, just peace it's
A dream it seems, a delinquent delusion we doubt
Linked to infrequent intrusions of hope,
That went out with illusions of an infallible pope.
We're not malleable nope
Now we'll stand here in confusion of grandeur
And we're grandstanding demanding the grand jury
Hurry and acquit us and our acquaintances
It's just quaint ain't it …
how we're certain it's not hurtin anyone
When we quit caring, and sit staring at stars,
I admit it's quite daring stretch darling
but we might be rich seein how far a wretch will reach to catch a farthing
leave them starving, but I perceive a starling
warbling about a marvelous marble bridge
at the edge of these troubled waters,
and a table of vegetables for our feeble daughters.


It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant
I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant
Raised in a blaze by the last days' trumpet
to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2)


We're not over the hump yet,
I've seen my fair share of lumps and get stumped
by these presumptuous punks who pump themselves full of junk,
and jump at a chance to have their advanced adjunct faculties sunk
in facile activities, we lay docile in our domicile facilities,
I can't even smile at our simplicity,
Cuz we're all implicitly a part of the illicit system
Of a down syndrome, drones sin in droves,
It almost drove me to despair,
But then I rose to repair the disparity,
With power of the rose of Sharon
Who arose that we might share in the hour of Chardonnay
Pardon me but may pour you a glass of wine
Re-fashioned from the fine shards of the cup of sorrow shattered
When all whining is scattered by the grapes of wrath,
I'm battered and scrape along the path
Till all hate is past, these apes state I'm mad,
say my mindstate's a fad,
Don't make me laugh last
Lest next semester your sequestered
And fester in the lake with the rest of the fakin jesters
… Incestuous molesters, pesters, false confessors, greedy investors, embezzlers.


It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant
I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant
Raised in a blaze by the last days' trumpet
to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2)


Words © Cyril Guérette.