
Date of issue: 25.03.1996
Song language: English
Land of the Lost |
From the land of the lost |
From the land… |
In the lost land I light lanterns to explore the corridors |
And use portals to emerge to the surface floors |
Stay back, lyrics is unhealthy like plaque |
I bob and weave on the track like a flock of bats |
Born insane, psychotic berserk |
Explorin' new worlds and territories like Captain Kirk |
As I travel and discover like the Frenchmen |
Ponce de Leon’s, underground let’s have a séance |
Here’s my eery theory or thesis |
You’re beggin' for forgiveness like the thieves next to Jesus |
When I meditate I can obliviate a state |
I’ll feed off your skin and dance to your pulse rate |
Movements of my hand as I call 10 commandments |
I darken your world like tints |
You can’t understand I’m not from this land |
I’m from the lost, so UG bring the holocaust |
Dark clouds form when I raise my staff in the air |
Lightning strikes my structure and I disappear |
I leap through portals, I’m immortal like Dracula |
I’m spectacular, UG the spell caster |
I move objects by the use of telekinetics |
When I dianetic rhymes, emcees regret it |
My ill skills be mystical |
A relic from whence wizards fought over orbs of magic crystal |
In my basement, humans are used for experiment like rats |
I inject raps and their brain splats |
I jump from body to body like quantum leap |
When they speak I rip cheeks and ya mouth leaks |
Gust and winds rip off roofs when I scream |
«The chemical in my bloodstream makes my blood green!» |
Blood hits the screen in the video |
My mind’s off course, I’m from the land of the lost |
From the land of the lost |
From the land of the lost |
From the land of the lost |
From the land… |
Straight from the land of the lost |
Where there’s no fear, shed no tears |
A shout out to my People Under The Stairs |
No straitjacket can restrain me |
Have many followers like the Ayatollah Khomeini |
, sick-uh in my head-uh |
We keep gettin' better, love the color red-uh |
Rama, the land is where I’m from-uh |
with the drummer, summer madness |
May bring madness next summer |
In my world of insane, sin begins |
Can’t gain weight, I’m cursed to a human skeleton |
Possess the first power, so call Lou Diamond Phillips |
The Indian as the streets get windy and cloudy and dark |
Ask Noah for shelter in the ark |
I’m comin' for ya like the great white shark |
Can change shapes and liquidate into a serpent |
So where’s the rainbow as I strangle with the halos? |
So sleep in heavenly |
Peace 'cause they say that music calms the beast |
In the land of the lost, my identity’s feared by many |
I jump in bodies to hide from authorities |
Cus I’m wanted for hauntin' villages, they turn to ashes |
My tongue-lashes, your skin and then the blood splashes |
My DNA got mixed with deadly toxins |
So my soul sits on old ships sunken by pirates |
The hideous lurks in the blackness |
Store water in my toe like a cactus and my rap rips |
Tracks conjure up spirits when I’m thinkin' |
Relatives old presidents, Abe Lincoln |
I stab your cervix from words mixed together |
Using powers like storms so I can change the weather |
I stick needles in your body like a chink doin' acupuncture |
To hit your pressure spot |
Your brain rots, tryna figure out my agility |
Source, I’m from the land of the lost |
From the land, from the land of the lost, of the lost |
From the land, from the land of the lost, of the lost |
From the land, from the land of the lost, of the lost |
From the land… |
Name | Year |
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4 Da Mind ft The Cella Dwellas ft. Cella Dwellas | 2011 |
Main Aim ft. Tony Atlas, Cella Dwellas | 2015 |