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extinction
In Death's massive arms, life imprisoned
"My children, my reflection, doom our likeness"

"Fret not the scent of Death
For this in time shall come

learned to make music
All my pain just went away
My whole attitude changed I
Started having good
Days I tried to live right by
Treating people with respect

my lady shake in your body, shake in your booty, shake in your ass ooo (ass oooo)
HOOK:
Oh my lady I love you, everybody know me and you, this is why I

shit I’m next
Heaven's got a brand new guest
I’m the reason they protest
Left my momma all depressed
Weeping in her Sunday’s best
On tv civil unrest
Days

arrive, I am floored
By the varieties named
I love these guys
Wouldn’t spend my time any other way

[LaTreezy]
Rocky road, chocolate chip
Birthday cake-this

Judgement Day

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

TICAL

As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody

took my case
I use my freedom in
Christ to become enslaved
To the day that I see His face

Because of who He is
If I'm worth dying for
Yes this God is

Gigolo

R. Kelly

Now, Vol. 15

2004

If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi
Me

Last Day of the Miners Strike

Pulp

Hits

2003

the last day of the miners' strike
Was the Magna Carta in this part of town"

Well, my body sank below the ground, it became as black as night
Overhead

alone I fear

Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes

invisible divisible
Into eternity the place creativity filtered by divinity
Done deeds in this domain visible surmounted for accounted for determines

I live my life, like it's my last day
Hit skins like she's my last babe
Hit the road, like it's the last time
I write this shit like it's my last

the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in

Greystone Chapel

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison and San Quentin

1976

Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song

gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two’s
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got

bags
This'll be the last time you see my ass in the trash
Going full circle becoming a man
Working towards success til the day I can't stand like damn!

person here to ask
But I gotta think that this rain won't keep falling here
I may have been born in a distant memory
In the ill-faded light of the day

better have your gat in hand, cause man

Chorus

[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs

dance, on the fence, temptations
Road's longer when you do things that the others can't
Look in my eyes, I risked everything for this
Say you rooting for

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who know
Wu will glow like yayo, lay

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who know
Wu will glow like yayo, lay

I'm the real

Now I'm booming back and forth, lighting these shows on fire
After all from day 1 this has been my desire
Small kid in a big town,

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)

In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name