Lyrics:
All Left Out A Strange New Land Leaving

Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang Crazy, deranged, strange, with a

would be gone A picture card of yesterday, a photograph of yesterday And far off in a deserted part of town The shadows like a silent army Flooded out

To please and satisfy They'll call you a hypocrite You're giving birth to all new trends Visions they'll never comprehend Because they're all so

in) blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything

in) blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything

) blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything

a (Chorus II)Desperate rado trottin thru the bad lands A desperate rado tokin down with all the cowhands A desperate rado didn't take much practice A desperate rado got a

I'm standing here since you left without a word By the shores of ancient times in a land so dark Why did you leave me here what made you turn away? All