Lyrics:
The Face Of Pan

(Now Lord what can I do for you) [ Nat ] In a land where there's freedom to worship It was there that beauty creates that I should be born You gave me

Well, I've been thinking, dear, and I feel pretty weird-and it's your fault. Thinking of you and me, how you accuse me of all kinds of things-and it's

Can I do the thing? If you let me do the thing I'll be happy as a king and I'll do the same for you. Can I have a gun? If you let me have a gun our two

and no one sells And still they claim king Nigga it's the same thing All day long But that's the screw face Rappers will friend you at 1st but really they two faced

the way this player knows anything goes Finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up, in the tan Lex land Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's

go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say

' 'i want to kill my neighbour' 'my daughter's selling sex' 'my s/m lover hurt me' 'my girl became a man' 'i love my daughter's rapist 'my life's gone down the pan

new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop

The way that sunlight flits across your skirt Makes me feel I'm from another world To touch your face in the morning light I hope you're always gonna