Pretend to learn Where's the lay of the land My son Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The last Briton on
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the virgin's blood to invoke me! Hear my hunger, listen to the nocturnal preaching of mine Shadow wings embrace the earth, lay the land forever in dusk
there just mine Now I'm justified As I fall in line And it's hard to try When your open wide Take my hand We'll be off and then We'll come back again To a different land
's Splittin blessings, with three Weapons Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay
takin my people to the precint That's all back in the day yo, that ain't nuttin recent Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit Eat wit, lay
Watching the sand fall, Listening for the knock Upon my door, And waiting... For Promised Land. Standing neck deep in life, My ring of brass Lay rusting
back in the day yo that ain't nothing recent 'Cause now-a-days it be bitches we like to speak with Eat with Lay them down and sleep with Type of pussy
beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light a star is sweetly gleaming Become the wisemen from the orient land The King of kings lay
fall by chance On this sweet romance ... Where the light of the moon, and the lay of the land
to understandin' and we won't fall For better or worse times, I hope to me you call So I pray everyday more than anything friends will stay as we begin to lay
you gently with my hands We talked about travellin' the distant lands Escaping all the madness out here in the world Becomin' my wife no longer my girl Then you let your dress fall
glowing hearts by his cradle we stand So, led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here came the wise men from the orient land The King of Kings lay thus
gently with my hands We talked about traveling the distant lands Escaping all the madness out here in the world Becoming my wife no longer my girl Then you let your dress fall
Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang, bang Straight land ah, the heartless where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution Straight prosecution little Lay
die of murda, bloody mo' murda? Living in the Land of the Heartless, coming up daily Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them
keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die The wicked is near me Dearly departed but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It
us Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay down Come on, now let me take you back to The Land You know where the
