Gematria or gimatria (Hebrew: גימטריה gēmaṭriyā) is a system of assigning numerical value to a word or phrase, in the belief that words or phrases with identical numerical values bear some relation to each other, or bear some relation to the number itself as it may apply to a person's age, the calendar year, or the like. It is likely that the term derives from the order of the Greek alphabet, gamma being the third letter of the Greek alphabet (gamma + tria). Alternatively, the word "gematria" is generally held to derive from Greek geōmetriā, "geometry", which was used as a translation of gēmaṭriyā, though some scholars believe it to derive from Greek grammateia, rather; it's possible that both words had an influence on the formation of the Hebrew word. It has been extant in English since the 17th century from translations of works by Giovanni Pico della Mirandola. Although ostensibly derived from Greek, it is largely used in Jewish texts, notably in those associated with the Kabbalah.
The best-known example of Gematria is the Hebrew word Chai ("life"), which is composed of two letters which (using the assignments in the Mispar gadol table shown below) add up to 18. This has made 18 a "lucky number" among Jews, and gifts in multiples of 18 are very common among Jews.
Slipknot is an American heavy metal band from Des Moines, Iowa. Formed in 1995, the group was founded by percussionist Shawn Crahan and bassist Paul Gray. After several lineup changes in their early days, the band consisted of nine members for the greater part of their tenure: Sid Wilson, Paul Gray, Joey Jordison, Chris Fehn, Jim Root, Craig Jones, Shawn Crahan, Mick Thomson, and Corey Taylor. However, the death of Paul Gray on May 24, 2010, left the band with only eight remaining members. Former guitarist Donnie Steele was the band's touring bassist in 2011.
Slipknot is well known for its attention-grabbing image, aggressive music style, and energetic and chaotic live shows. The band had somewhat of a meteoric rise to success following the release of their self-titled debut album in 1999. The 2001 follow-up album Iowa further increased the band's popularity. After breaking for their first hiatus, Slipknot returned in 2004 with Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) and once again in 2008 with their fourth album All Hope Is Gone, which debuted at the top spot on the Billboard 200. The band has also released one live album and four DVDs.
(Sizzla)
Ahhhhhhhh
Where do you go, don't you need my love baby?
Why can't you come on and let us play?
When are you going to come my way? Ah ah ahhhhh
What are the things they been telling you?
I've got to stop them from compelling you, girl
They just won't stop me from getting you, ah ah ahhhh
(Chorus) [ Sizzla]
Gimme a try... cuz I... know that... things will be great
Free your mind... don't deny... true love never die... it only creates
I'm gonna take you right there, love for a lifetime
I'm gonna make your life so clear, girl gonna make you mine
I'm gonna take you right there, love for a lifetime
I'm gonna make your life so clear, gonna make you mine
(Rihanna)
Why do you call when I'm not feeling you? Baby
Why can't you leave, boy, just walk away?
When are you going to understand? Oh Ahhhh
What sort of things they've been telling you?
I got to stop them from compelling you, boy
They better stop they not helping you. Oh Ahhh
(Chorus)[Rihanna]
Don't even try...Cuz I...Know that you're not the one
Don't waste you're time, goodbye, don't you play, the game is done
I'm gonna tell you right here...Let this be the last time...
I'm gonna make it so clear...Boy you must be out your mind
I'm gonna tell you right here...Let this be the last time
I'm gonna make it so clear....must be out ya mind
(Chorus) [ Sizzla & Rihanna]
I'm gonna take you right there : Let this be the last time
I'm gonna make your life so clear : Boy you must be out your mind
I'm gonna take you there : Let this be the last time
I'm gonna make your life so clear : Must be out ur mind
(Chorus) [ Sizzla & Rihanna]
Gimme a try... cuz I... know that... things will be great
Hello baby gimme water
You said you were the farmer's daughter
Wave your hand and give me water
Hello baby give me bread now
I'm hungry and I need to be fed now
Wave your wand and give me bread now
All your good is seedless
All your tears are needless
I'll be sitting waiting
While all my hope is fading
Just as well
Hola corrida dame agua
It's sunrise on the sufferbus
Wave your wand and give me
Dig your well and give me
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
Take six quarters out of the pocket
Drop it in the box
Hop the 48, off to pay homage
It stops often, I jot my observations, watchin'
Citizens walkin' off of the Joe Metropolitan
Proletariats and wayward sons
With old Filipino men speakin' in they native tongue
And the day is just begun
Greeted by the scent of a bum
Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung
A brother in repose in the back all alone
Marinatin' in a pair of half-broken headphones
Muddled in rhymes
Same time begin to pen mine
Appreciating God's design
Rewind sister
Reminds me of a smile in the back of my memory
Wonder if I'll see her again
Will she remember me?
"I'm not tryin' to holler, I swear. I'm just weary of the way we hop a ride
And just sit there and stare."
Prepare for my nine o' clock work meeting
A couple pale folks slide right by with no greeting
But the people with my phenotype follow with a head-nod up
Because we acknowledge that the shit's fucked up
North of Martin Luther King: a straight warzone
Detours through the concrete, cranes, and bulldozers
No, the Hill is not over still
Every block got a coffee shop; it's overkill
Focus, know the deal
Dope to see Kalil back, the medicine is good again
The feeling: illegal, and coming back to your hood again
It's priceless, I write this, our lives are in crisis
Most talk, but don't walk, the path of the righteous
Despite this...
I measure each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
The Northwest fills my lungs, heals the pain in my chest
Clutch the moment, a transfer in my hand
Still listening
Lookin' out the window to the gold and the gray
And the sun might be shinin' but it's colder than it seems
'Cause the weather's dialectical: there's no in-between
In walks an old soul
A First Nation native, cat's chiseled like a totem pole
No words, as he stands and looks over us
He gets off and says, "Have a good day, you foreigners."
I, crack a smile one time for the acknowledgement
Northbound, now we start to pick up more college kids
They try to study on the ride
To make up for the fact that they probably kicked it hard last night
And I ponder if it's time to save up and get a car
And pay for the gas that we're takin' from the war
I'd miss all the colorful faces, the places, and spaces I've embraced with
The faith that I can rest and raise kids here even with these cats set
Trippin'
Bringin' '95 back again, same old conditions
From Reagan, to Bush, to Clinton, to the Bush the 2nd
No matter the neighborhood in the city you're reppin'
It's gettin' serious y'all
You can even hear the rebel call
Gettin' off, leavin' hella pieces on the walls
Seen it all, sittin' sideways with my townmates
Only place left where majority is brown-faced
Now we headed downtown to trade our labor for cash
I thank the navigator once and walk fast
I walk past the next round of cats to jump on it
Locked in deep thought, we ride around in silence
And cross Resolve Bridge
I watch each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
I remain blessed, steppin' on rain with each step
Eyes heavy from the lack of the cousin of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
Tava eu mirando a lua
Veio a moça me olhar
Perguntei se era nova
Não custou me apaixonar
No cavalo de São Jorge
Já mulher a galopar
Sete léguas de paixão
Sem parar de suspirar
Tava tocando viola
Num galope à beira mar
Ai, ai, ai, é bom que dói
Ui, ui, ui, chega a sangrar
Gemedeira é que nem beijo
Começou custa a parar
Ela olhou, pediu um xote
Pra gemer bastou te amar
Tava sentado na pedra
Veio o dono reclamar
Perguntou pra ver quem era
Não custou me apresentar
Com cem tiros de pistola
Sete furos de punhal
Sou violeiro, patrão
Ele não pôde escutar