Lyrics:
Hey!
You might feel like a stranger,
You’ve been lost in a strange land.
You might be on a distant shore,
Don’t know what they’re having planned.
don't need that.
And I don't need this, and I don't need that.
All my cousins live here fat off the land.
I hear them lowing but I can't understand.
inside
It's not the sun-baked brick lines in your skin
Thick with chain grease, aged and clumsy hands
It isn't struggled words you fight to say
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets
the "eden" with hands
All the lines in your hand
From the burdons of your prayers
Saw the murder on the face
Of the paperfront today
His grand illusion
a paper bag,
We suffer for your promised land
Excuse is really thin,
Hide your revealed Achilles' heel
Before a new brave morning
All you little
Between the lines, people see signs
When they feel the sear, every day's fear
And one night their torches
Find the girl without a name
And the one who
lead, I say
When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run
Go to the shack for somebody black that want to come
Original man in a swamp land habitat
Old
and leave her
Oakland hustler, never been a busta
Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherfucka
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doing
on the floor now
This bottle in my hand
In the confusion
It seemed the safest place to land
Now I can't stand
Everytime I'd think of you
I'd start to cry
Could somebody give me an answer?
A solution to fill up my space.
As I take a peep out of the hole in my window,
I see a land that is filled with
dogmatic chaos
Is there a future in this claustrophobic tomb?
We can only rely upon ourselves, to save us
We are the resistance, our last line
done never change for nothing in the world, we live for the baby boys and girls, we brought 'em to the promised land. We done had this dream since little
to step aside Tell the girls to form a line
The king is back to claim the land again Wanna light ?
Let's get it open Need to love I am the one Time
the night will let me follow
Headlights open road
See em all fly right by
In sepia tone, the entire sky
I'm driving on the lines I used to follow
Oh,
and hold
For fame is not my line
Just want a little band of gold
To prove that you are mine
Some sail away to Araby and other lands of mystery
But all
Dirty people take what's mine
I can leave them all behind
They can never cross that line
When I get to the border
Sawbones standing at the door
And sacrifice our men
We live
We learn
To love this senseless on parade
What now? we've taken it to far
We'd drawn and crossed the line
Like no one else
land
With air
Breathed in the sky.
Under the wings
Of Odins messengers we live.
Carrying on our nordic blood
From fathers to sons.
In the sign
imported from the Mason-Dixon Line
Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe
Slap em paralyze, analyze the lies
Kinetic, my word is all I have,
With the word we call dislike
When our backs are turned in friendship
Our brothers they will strike
Across the seas in another land
Fists are
from his neck and he told her
she'd been working much too hard.
It was true that ever since the day
her crazy man had passed away
to the land
all boys and girls
Welcome to the land of T.H.U.G.S.
It's the start of a new millennium, and we on a mission
Rappin', makin' money made me put away
piranhas
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
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