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Last Call
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This is the song signifying the LAST CALL for God's people to wake up. This is the end of the age NOW!!!
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Bass Rap
Charts
Peak #2,136
Peak in subgenre #51
Author
Mike Boston
Rights
2005 Mike Boston Records
Uploaded
August 22, 2005
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MP3 8.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Can you say, "DEVINE DOWNLOAD"? LOL!
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Last Call Written by Mike Boston Produced by Diego for A.S.A.P. [VERSE 1] Apollyon’s 'bout as rounded as a polygon Brought him to the promenade, Escalade LADIDA!!! Now that Powell’s gone & Condoleeza’s army don Grenadine Molotov please & some oxycot! Strife's wifey got parameters for blammin' ya. Alabama Slammer like, "yeah she go’n handle her." Scameras blot the righteousness of “likely” hoods. It’s NO in between the works of evil and the likes of good. Hot to cold, yeah I be switchin up, “CUJANI!” Bustin’ in like, “Who want me?” High & wet like a tsunami. OOOOOOH! On a blind six at high noon In environments with typhoons & confinement For the tycoons who desire THIS! Margaritas...give her two at the most After three she’s under the table. After four she under the host & I’m GHOST!(WORLD) What are we waitin' for? [CHORUS] I hate to say it’s been the last time, Flagrance in our past lives. Payments of our last tithes, We ask why then blast nines. Maybe if we ask God, And patiently sit back, watch Pour out a li’l liquor later. This is the last call. Slay me and I’ll be back! Play me & I’ll beat Shaq. Pay me & I’ll give back To he that believe, black. Baby I could BE that. Crazy? Yaaah, you’ll see, Jack! Lazy as the heathens And you made ME out to be crap? It’s a tough liability. What? Why you killin’ me? Stuck by commitment To bring you to the healin’, see. Brrruuucked by ya buildin’ And I’m touched by ya feelings, B! Somethin’s got to give And It’s null if you ain’t feelin’ me. [VERSE 2] Chatty men begin to din @ the Vatican Satyrical martyrdom, vin du blanc snagged 'em in. Paradigms of the larynx can be tatterin’ Disparaging marriages...blasphemous smatterin’! Livery is often taken to be chivalry. Shiverin' me timbers gingerly as to limber me. Flimsily, Luci’ spended me deliberately. Expended all my assets & offended every THING in me. Charlie’s Angels couldn’t hardly beat a bagel Cuz when God sends His Gabriel Mammon can’t finagle, YUH! Large labels wear the garb of the able. While they jaws speak in fables With the mar of a navel, O! Choctaw polytheists got a grievance With the players of allegiance Who be prayin’ to their Jesus, yo! Everythang isn’t Gravy Train, Eventhough it make you fame That could bring ya doggs ta try to take your name. [CHORUS]
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