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was blind In the land of the blind In the land of the blind In the land of the blind (I was blind to the truth) In the land of the blind In the
South of Market in the land of ruin You get all manner of action Tinsel tigers in the metal room Stalking satisfaction They got 'em packaged up for love
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers We landed on the water, the game that I taught her Got her showing me the Louie that these
quick to change ya The difficulty to see closely, is mostly It's a critical point, when ya rap niggaz approach me Like the blind, death, dumb, whose
never was born Sole' bless the mic niggas legacy worn what, associal right handing my shit commandin my shit, blaze the land with my shit, red zone motherfuckers
hoes so you can't fuck wit me We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A You in the land of the Candyman You best crown the man and never playa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, my nigga come on (This is Digital, this is sizzlin' It's like a vamp, it's like a genie in the land, yo) Bong bong
I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw Well, I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed
baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on, ha Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land
alone In the blazing heat And it just gets hotter Sweat drips down my skin And string my eyes As I look toward the distance Blistered hands block the sun That blinds
Oh the awful hush that seemed to crush me down on every hand As I blundered blind with a trail to find through that blank and bitter land Half dazed
released disease upon human race The damage was done Black death had won Pestilence, the start of armageddon Torment and fire London expired The English lands became a massive funeral pyre Ruinous blaze
to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit Plus I got my little man
, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin' Thunder, strikes your land
