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was your last day
I've seen it your eyes
Took long and hard to rise
You had a plan, a style to defend
No easy ride just one to die
You had no plan,

to the system
Foster homes addiction
Sweet tooth for wild things
I'm just being candid
Kurt Cobain JFK
Life is such a headache
Tylenol don't take the edge off

his ass up out his vines
Trans bitch, make you rich, pick a style then watch it switch
Maybe why'all can check it like this here, check it
Let me

Mystic Stylez

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez

1995

will flow to the end of infinity
With the style that's mystic

Deep when we creep, take your last breath
Roll up your tombstone, smoke a blunt

Trill

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

(God bless, these the last days)

(Chorus)
Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick

and push me to the edge

Imma be honest I don’t really give a fuck about the colors that you wear
You got all yo style from me
And even in the moments that

racing to the edge
I would go to James at the end

Never mind my style
I can't think about the hard times
My heart's really racing to the edge
I would go

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

off
Coming for the things off
I guess there's nothin' and I'm
Finna chop it's head off
I need a little something to
Knock the edge off
Aside from this

off
Coming for the things off
I guess there's nothin' and I'm
Finna chop it's head off
I need a little something to
Knock the edge off
Aside from this

the rinks off, coming for the things off
I guess there's nothin' and I'm finna chop it's head off
I need a little something to knock the edge off
Aside

Snakes

RZA

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)

Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard

That's a lot of hype
Eto lesh sh sa praim
So I'm pushing with aver
So here I am, winning

I'm not bucking from the sauce
I follow your style
Not even

percentage just like Kobe (uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go

you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This

drop lubricate my tear ducts
Last thing Mean Green clean the tub and the sink up
God woke me up so, I'mma smile today
So fresh and so clean, I'mma style

get past that
We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts
Grow a spinal cord or backtrack
The homies call me Batman, I'm

got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor

Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man

throw him on the grill for a while

Niggas ain't even 5'4, wanna fuck with a young hustling child
You a flower, you niggas sweet, I call you Daffodil
Last

the program
Suit up, we'll go off to space in my Trans Am

I can feel it in the ground
Standing at the edge of sound
Calm down or I'm gonna turn this car around

part of it 
You glide on jagged edge 
You fly with turbulence 
You live with confidence 
On separate sides of the fence 
Your style's now a trend 
I want

asshole
Psycho why you such a asshole?
No need to act bashful
Beat a bigot at my last show
Man this art is my last hope
Put a pig where the grass grow

niggaz could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck cristal and moet
I drink evian

body's on the floor
Fantasizing someone else
You're thinking of the end
Now your lover's just a friend

Feelin' like I'm at the edge, I'm pullin' out my