know just what it is And the airforce won't let on It might be hole down in the ocean Yeah or a fog that won't let go It might be some crazy people talking
his Heaven up higher, It's gonna rain. (Well, it's gonna rain.) Well stop! Great God, stop still and listen. My God walked down by the briny sea, Beheld
kind of heavy, he's gonna be hard to market (what else?) Plus he's Latin, it's that or he's gonna target So I'm big, so is Big, so is Big Pun And you
God's great gift comes in different strains From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted From to sea to sea
We're not allowed To feel equal You don't get down With real people We're all so small In your big world Go ahead and frown up And let that lip curl
better go find Toto cause we ain't in Kansas anymore It's the killa bee shores, all out war Before you go here you best to go there And see it clear
Smoke, smoke, lah, lah Trees, and feel the breeze Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T And start the
with uh crease!! I'm utamed like uh wild beast!! You wanna go in that water,up against Reap?! Thats like ya peeing in the Mediterranean Sea!! Where all
And that was about the biggest thing that man has ever done. Next, we won the slavery war, some other folks and me, And every slave from sea to sea was