Lyrics:
It's just the age
It's just a stage
We disengage
We turn the page
Looking at
The long-range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Long-range inbound
Come home, come home right now
Long-range inbound
Come home, come home right now
I don't want to be lonely
Relapse, relax
It's just the age
It's just a stage
We disengage
We turn the page
Looking at
The long-range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
With food an all-time low
Noble king, there is no doubt
What your dreams are all about
All these things you saw in your pajamas
Are a long range
Handled the fadeaway
Handled the fade
Handled the fadeaway
Making it rain
Making it from long range
Making it rain
Making it from long range
But keep an eye
Brittania's huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died
no prisoners, show no mercy
Thrashin'
Mashin'
Cashin' on the groove
Take no prisoners, show no mercy
Short range deployment
It promotes
Long
Compact bitch in my penthouse
Long bad spliff make you pass out
Concorde plane jetlag fast route
Long range missiles we cash out
Compact bitch in my
You'd have changed
Long range no change
Forget me now you know how I will you
Will you please do?
I've only this to say to you know why
Good bye, bye
Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Now she goes long range on domestic green fuel
100 miles per
a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in
hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang
long ass bids
What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range
And see their names in
It's all strange my niggas locked
Down thinking long range
And see their names in the
Daily News third page
They sent a kite to my nigga Killer
It only
crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my fuckin' name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin' long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Look like some loose change
Travel miles long range
Look like some loose change
Travel miles long range
Look like some loose change
Travel miles
haven't used, are
You keep tellin' me, you know a place where your life would be better
You're makin' plans long-range
But I don't know how you expect
a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in
Long range scope yeah how I sniped at your bitch I'ma snipe her right yeah really so don't clue
Sniper long range scope Your bitch really is a hoe
haven't used, are
You keep tellin' me, you know a place where your life would be better
You're makin' plans long-range
But I don't know how you expect
Bishops glide, on the diagonal line,
Cutting through, every time.
Long-range power, sharp and keen,
Bishops' diagonal, on the scene.
From corner
With a long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your stowaway's son or BBC 1
Dis-information is
With a long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your stowaway's son or BBC 1
Dis-information is
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