This Land is your Land this Land is my Land from California to the Boston Harbor from the Redwood forest to the Gulf stream waters this Land was
underpants Take me back to Wondaland I gotta get back to Wondaland Take her back to Wondaland She thinks she left her underpants Hallelujah This is your land Hallelujah This is my land
[Intro: KAM] Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton [Buckshot Shorty] Anything can happen Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit [Buckshot
it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this
that you're Biggie's second cousin's brother But I don't care cause all I wanna makes' an album cover The promise land that you be tryna land is undiscovered
touching Awaken in the mass touching Awaken in the mass touching Touching, touching, touching Workings of man set to ply out historical life Re-regaining flower of the fruit of his tree
up, this boat is real Fuck land, I'm on a boat, motherfucker Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker This
It's Christmas all around me You're in someone else's land So I'm sending out my only wish Hey Santa, tell the man Hey mister, send my baby home This
over this land If I was an eagle, I'd dress like a duck Crawl like a lizard and honk like a truck If I get a notion I'll climb this tree Or chop it
Seen the arrow on the door post Saying, "This land is condemned" All the way From New Orleans to Jerusalem I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs
fall by chance On this sweet romance ... Where the light of the moon, and the lay of the land
between these lands The sun set behind his eyes And Joe said, "Is this desire?" Is this desire Enough, enough To lift us higher To lift above? Is this
you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land
niggaz on the corner holdin' me down Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant
tired and I need somewhere to begin I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me Is this the place we used to love? Is this the
old ghosts, that ain't even here Like Alex Haley take notes on this biography My family tree consists of street refugees A ghetto land, where we talk
high All across the land dawns a brand new morn This comes to pass when a child is born A silent wish sails the seven seas The winds of change whisper in the trees
I look up to the heavens but night has clouded over no spark of constellation no Vela no Orion The shells upon the warm sands have taken from their own lands
