Lyrics:
Shadow's dream of truth and false.
You were selected to be on this stage by a stroke of fate.
naze eranda watashi o kono sekai ni
This stage is
Strapped down to the table
Unable to move
Face covered
Unable to see
The stereo on to muffle your screams
Selected for reasons
Unknown to you
you numb
Fantasy invasion from the sky
For whom you got their secret funds
This is a new pond
Only for the selected ones
End of disclosure
Now
Shadow's dream of truth and false.
You were selected to be on this stage by a stroke of fate.
Naze eranda watashi o kono sekai ni
This stage is
elected,
Hallelujah, I want to be selected,
Everyone in the United States of America.
We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm,
We're gonna
Pray you're not the one who is selected. Pray you're not the one more sacrifice.
Stand up straight, win this game. Survive, hide your hate like
a selected few
And who selected you?
I think it's insecurity that intices such behavior
Better think next time you're feeling intact
Some day they could be
Stalking the shadows in search for a dream
The dream of neon-nightmares
From your guns they feed
A target selected
Coming up from behind
Now
contain
Selected meat and wholesome grain
Toy Chihuahua or Great Dane
All love Kanine Krunchies!
So
Do what all the smart dogs do
And you'll still
Hail to the one we selected as commander,
Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!
change
Your best friends won't know you
And neither will strangers
Do not keep this letter
It must leave your hand
You have been selected from
I gave her was the bird
And she returned the favor with a few selected words
I don't have to worry now what's being overheard
The last thing I gave
To things I have done
And then quickly regretted
While denying vices
My life had selected
And I think what I've done
Or have yet to begin
And the man
check it out
Yeah, watch me now
You've been randomly selected to be searched
Can I get any volunteers?
You must remove your shoes
We gon' get funky,
royality, grab they royal keys and dash
My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected
Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem
might feel a slight electrical shock.
Please select the race history you desire.
You have selected African-American.
This is your history
First
They chase chips
Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit
Only a selected few can rock to this
Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin' this?
Loving me
Troupe Fantasia, Chaka Khan
My Funny Valentine, Jill Scott
Giving you whatever and more
The selected music of Mr. Luther Vandross
As we kick off your
Yeah, uh
I just adjusted my method
They try to muddy my message
Another corrupt one elected
Another new puppet selected
This ain't a fairly
My overhead projects how ends meet to
foul or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my
control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape
Yeah, watch me now
You've been randomly selected to be searched
Can I get any volunteers?
You must remove your shoes
We gon' get funky
nothin'
Knowledge is king
Knowledge
My rhymes make
A meak mind anorexic
You can't hang without slang
So eject it
I've selected
Rhymes for records
To affect
exquisite
Sound check, one two one two
Many are called but the chosen are few
And I've been selected, others resurrected
My style, profile, are very well
injected
The candied heart that I selected
She said don't hesitate
Just do what you have to do to me
It's hard to stay between the lines of skin
Just
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