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a torch provide the light
And as we enter
The lower chamber
I find a place that we can sit
And reminisce about the times
In this basement we never know
When

COMMANDOS.  Their faces are partially hidden.)

	FRANCIS
We get in through the underground heating system here ... up through to
the main audience chamber here

sounds, Choppas go round and round
Shots up in the chamber, wasn't Flexin', had it reloaded
Shoppin', chasin' papers send the Bag, got it reloaded
I can

Got boxes of books
In my chamber
Got much
Knowledge on my mind
I’mma brainer
Doctorates
Hangin’ on the wall
On display ya
Can’t knock me
I’mma

I am in this thang
Like a bullet in a chamber
I'm tall, handsome, & icy, she is a fan, I cannot blame her
She is a cougar, I like exotic pets so I

stay misaligned
I'm getting older and it's getting harder to
Lower my standards to keep my place with you
And we both know I was the one who needed

In the Wilderness

Gojira

From Mars to Sirius

2006

And the fall of water 
From the treetops 
I can see the end of time 

Living respectful 
Lower your axe 
And learn from the trees

Second dawn, meet

Humpty Dumpty

The Dubliners

At Home with the Dubliners

1969

chewing gum, 
The chicken pox and china chambers
Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.
Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads

'cause you was a leech
We walked in together
Cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells
Chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I

and the lower and higher brain. For many of my human children, the four quadrants of your brain are not yet fully evolutionary coherent. Especially when duality

and fuckin weathermen
Kevlar versus letterman
Bet we get left deader than a lotta fuckin better men
Raise a voice, lower coffins
They do it often
Inoculated by

just want me to hold her
But I can’t give her the closure
Because she changing overnight
It’s like I don’t even know her
She stooping lower and lower

MVP, Terrordome oh my God, Ronny

Dope roller, can't control her, boy
I'm hotter than a solar
Dress code bipolar, never been a level lower
That's why

Money Don't Make Me

C-Murder

Sky's the Limit

1998

or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness
Nigga, money don't make me, I make the money
And you niggaz don't scare me, that's why I ain't runnin
I was in the lower

prostitute sodomite
Lower class degenerate scum
Even if you manage to leave
No one would believe your story
Lathered in canine breeder's musk
When I'm done my

Between the dark and the daylight
When the night is beginning to lower
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations
That is known as Children’s Hour

I

either side
Live a double life got at least two shots
Two bullets in the chamber only one opp
Glass ceiling is my opp imma shoot throught it
Till I move

The shells in the shotty chamber take away your problems, son
Imagine, politicians weren't so corrupted
Imagine you understood all the people you fucked with

a tabernacle for the sun 
Which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber 
Rejoicing like a strong man to run its race 

When I consider Your heavens,

committed, locked up for a bank-robbed//
Sentenced to forced labor,
He was forced to break rocks//
Eventually he was executed, sent to the gas chamber

volume
With frequency
High
Never
Lower your waves
To get lost in the crowd
Your voice is an instrument
Use it
Stimulate
I'm Ritalin
Imitate
You simpleton

overflow, going down lower slopes
‘Til he hit bottom, the toll on his soul was so Great that he thought about ending it all in sixth grade 
And he didn’t

Can you get up off my dick please, I been goin' Super Saiyan//Hyperbolic chamber, busy trainin' for the paper/I don't pop no xanny buh these Senzu

can't picture me rollin' lower seat and still smoker
Youngsta from the T and if you see me you a notice that I'm

Rollin'
Blunt wraps to the maximum max