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Album Seven by Rick/Rick Sings Spirituals (Rick Nelson ) · Album Seven by Rick/Rick Sings Spirituals (Rick Nelson ) · Chosen Few: Lo Mejor del Reggeatton (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs Chosen by Her Friends & Fellow Musicians (Joni Mitchell) · I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness [EP] (I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness) · The Chosen Few, Vol. 3: The Movie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chosen One (The Concretes) · The Chosen Ones (Stratovarius) · I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness [EP] (I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness) · I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness [EP] (I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness) – and 90 other albums »


Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]	Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
	Finally, we'll separate the men from the heartless
[Rick]	Me
awaken
We must awaken




We are created by god
We are created by god


We are god's chosen people - Children of darkness


We are god's chosen people -
a service so lavish
I've never seen such a spread like the luncheon provided by Wing Stop
So delicious and we thank you
Never have I seen such beautiful
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if
I've been running, trying to be one who sees
I've been working, this salvation out on my knees
There is nothing better than knowing
We are redeemed
by hell
Dig your sepulcher
We force you to come in
And we'll bury you alive
Black songs are heard with the funeral
Rotting corpses mutilated over
off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came
Glory is on our way[?]
Worship the sun, Great Spirit.
Born of the mother earth,
Seek for the true white brother.
We are the chosen people, give
You might have belonged to another,
We might never have met,
You might have chosen another,
For you are a much better bet.
You could have married
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came
years of living life and learning, growing and exploring. and on that path we're all affected by the process by which our identities and realities
You might have belonged to another,
We might never have met,
You might have chosen another,
For you are a much better bet.
You could have married
The scared are the chosen few, 
Looking for the times we knew.
Color of the day's gone by, 
Hang your head up to the sky.
The sky, your head's in
Oh dear God we ask for your favour
Come and sweep through this place
Oh we desire You

I just want to be with You be where You are
Dwell in your
You are the only way
You are the only voice
You are the only hope
You are the only choice
You are the one true God

No matter what we say
You are
Scarecrow, weathered and weary
Fragile and old beyond his years
Here we are chosen
In your eyes, the truth lies frozen

Soldier in the city heat
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if on an ocean
We are the ones who've chosen silence, 
Whose blinded eyes can see the truth. 
We are the ones who've chosen silence, 
On hopeless winds of stolen
These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely
When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up
They're
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if
a fight as we are the chosen ones
Chutzpah driven, we battle then we feast
We celebrate and separate our milk plates from our meat
can go b**** for b****, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

[R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way