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that shit be fucking my head up
Crossed by the ones I swear that I would've bleed for
But I been on my grind ain't got no time for a hater
I been in my

I'm know I'm designed for this shit I'm chosen 
You ain't ride or die for this shit that's bogus 

Yeah

cll my closest niggas be like Rich let's get

the sun
after days of having his rays
Obscured by smog and storms
Breaks through the clouds
shines on down
Blinding all below

When I please again
To be

watch

This is sorrow, this is so dark, and last ray of sunlight left
I could be a star, I could be a spark, unless it’s so painful to know humans

Loughborough
On the British preparations for
This most important event

Here at Loughborough are five
Young men chosen last
Week to be eaten for Britain this

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen (Hoo)
As the slow ray round about
Deep and crisp and crispy
Brightly show the boot last night

The last ones to leave
Labeled us chosen
We the Last of a dying breed, yeah
We the survivors 
We the survivors
We the survivors 
We the survivors

Tell em we

working
I deserve it, fuck the wave, dive in currents, get the brain I be learning
Usher Ray, y'all be burning, tried to gain, tide detergents
Fuck

the times you would come around and make me stutter and blush
There I go reminiscing on the past
I thought it'd be forever but you knew it wouldn't last, huh

will always know it's true, I want you to be mine
Even if nothing lasts, I still love you through space and time

Somewhere, there's a moment in time

By my lonesome, uh I take meds till it's over
Devil still standing on my shoulder
"I'm doing fine" yeah that's what I told her
Uh balling till my

one to see
Glorious relics of his past
Eighty years of shiny time machines he grinds

Last train, last train on Earth
Don't be late the conductor waits

Cross the Brazos at Waco

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

On the Chisholm Trail it was midnight Carmela was strong on his mind 
Because of the life he had chosen Carmela had left then behind 
Too long he'd

wanna reminisce
You and yo friends girl be the baddest click
Up in the benz ooh high fashion
Top off the whip so I gotta drive it faster
Ray gun with me

said they'll never be lost
Last day will be raised up

Who was raised up in the last day in verse 44
The one who is drawn by the father to the Son

But

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

In my own race foreign whip do the dash man
Too much on my mind anyday could be my last day
Yeah any day could be my last day
And I’m running out

Impossible

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones

mind go wrong
On a trip my mind go wrong
On a trip my mind go wrong

The Last Time

Praise the sun Ray of Light
I am the son My mother's Light
Beaming

the Sweat and effort of
The cook or chef
The food is placed with purpose upon a plate, by another as a Finished product

The last stage of producing art is

they're satisfied
Taste of crimson
This life you chosen will follow you till
They taken control
Like a puppet you're just hung by a thread
Won't be

do you dare
Throw down a line from off your little moon?

In a field in the fog
Right underneath the planes
The last few remaining clues
Are being

Boseman
I know I'm the chosen
I know I'm the chosen
Ion know what them niggaz told you but
I got a lot of soldiers yeah
I got a lot of troupes
I feel like

I'm just tryna get it, can’t be worried bout your feelings
Rockiee
Don't care about your first name, or your last name, I get it (I get it)
M-My mind be