Lyrics:
Side by side we stand together Strength in our battle forged bond we share Brace for the enemy charge, straight into our line We will hold the line
are on our land land
the wagon passes by i left my luggage inside inside
i hope you did it too are we on the starting line starting line
Catcoon in the coconut tree
With hair as soft as silk
Will you come down
Look what I found
A land with lots of books
One about leaves
That fall up
of these peasant rats
Line them up file and rank line them Cut them down we'll make it rain Blood and fire across the land burn All men right where they
just lines drawn in the sand. (Don't let me go)
If you look closely, I'll show you where we blend.
I just keep falling, but there's nowhere to land
on the front line
While you've been in a safe house
Till you understand the truth
Don't send out your troops
Into the smoke of no man's land
Never to return
hand
Don't hate on another man
Could never cross my brother if she want us that's what I'm saying
Living like a trench god in the boot whenever I land
the laws of man but the law of the land
ct sun rise he'll ride a dyin light in a fire fight
Cross the line between wrong or wright no hanging Judge
c
if he's done no wrong
The only thing he did was lay his heart out on the line.
{It's up to me, it's up to me)
{It's up to me, it's up to me)
{It's up
together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
In a land not very far away from here
George W.
Backstage we'll write another line on the page
Write another line on the page
The birds are waking and the day is lazy
We're The King and Queen of Nowhere
around
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
I thought it was
The promised land
Now get me out of Dixieland
Look at the stars
Look
surgeon doctor driving in his
AUDI in the
holy land
a soldier stops him
for his papers
"open up the trunk"
he demands
he built a bunker
with his
through this shit
I mean this is California, Land of the Free
But every city in America it's plain to see (listen)
Dawg, my people ain't getting they due
to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in
Jerome, McNichols, my defence attorney on retainer
Why they searchin' far and wide, lookin' for the perpetrators?
He was just workin' my line, now today,
Put that dick up on her, she gon' call me right back (gon' call me right back)
Ayy, 50 on my line, can I call you right back, bae? (Can I call you
land
He kisses Mrs. Norma on the cheek
And that's his little son Sam
But meanwhile we know at the back of his neck
That Johnny would rather be dead
But
Into the valley
Betrothed and divine
Realizations no virtue
But who can define
Why soldiers go marching
Those masses a line
This disease is
sometimes
Out of bounds in the land of the sunshine
Even Biggie said he was coming back (coming back)
And if he did, we would accept him because a nigga is
on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie
Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than
Brother will kill brother spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion something I don't understand
And fools like me, who cross the sea
did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a
The bully of the block becomes the hour
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
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