[Chorus: Cella Dwellas]
From the land of the lost
From  the land of the lost
From  the land of the lost
From the land…

[Verse 1: Phantasm]
In the lost land, I break many limbs like twigs
When  I take swigs of the Redrum, I get crazy
Like  rigs, then I start the murderin' and mutilatin'
Hide skin and bones and buildin' tombstones
Stay  back, lyrics is unhealthy like Plaque (Ha!)
I bob and weave on a track like a flock of bats (Uh-huh)
The anger and energy is in me
Block your memory, the electrician, so watch the chemistry
Born  insane, psychotic, berserk
Explorin' new worlds and territories like Captain Kirk
As I travel and discover like the Frenchman
Ponce de Leónce, underground let's have a séance
Here's my eerie theory or thesis
You're beggin' for forgiveness like a thief 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 the hand as I call Ten Command-ments
I darken your world like tints
The lunatic (Lunatic), I'm losin' it (Losin' it)
Mic? I'm bruisin' it (Bruisin' it), then like a hovercraft I just cruise on it
You can't understand I'm not from this land
I'm from the lost (U.G.!), yo U.G. bring the holocaust

[Verse 2: U.G.]
Dark clouds form when I raise my staff in the air
Lightnin' strikes my structure and I disappear
I leap through portals, I'm immortal, call me Blackula
I'm spectacular, U.G. the spell-caster
I move objects by the use of telekinetics
When I dianetic rhymes, MC's regret it
My ill skills be mystical
A relic from whence wizards fought over orbs of magical crystal
In my basement, humans are used for experiments like rats
I inject raps and their Brain splats
I jump from body to body like quantum leap
When I speak, I rip cheeks and your mouth leaks
So enter the center of the mystical inventor mentor
I change the month to winter, I can't control my temper
Gust and winds rip off roofs when I scream
The chemical in my bloodstream makes my blood green
Blood hits the screen in my video, my mind's off
Course, I'm from the land of the lost

[Chorus: Cella Dwellas]
From the land of the lost
From the land of the lost
From the land of the lost
From the land…

[Verse 3: Phantasm]
Straight from the land of the lost
Where there's no fear, shed no tears
A shout-out to my People Under the Stairs
The hypnotics is about my scripts and lyrics (Uh-huh)
And when the candle's lit, I talk to inner spirits
They say I'm cuckoo but no straitjackets can restrain me
Have many followers like the Ayatollah Khomeini
I'm mad, mad sicken in me head-uh
We keep gettin' better, love the color red-uh
Rum-mah, the land is where I'm from-uh, get dumber with the drummer
Summer madness may bring madness this 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 (Dark)
Ask Noah for shelter in The Ark (Ark)
I'm comin' for you like the great white shark
Can change shapes (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
Collapses within my body structure that's frail
The land of the lost mysterious and like the third rail

[Verse 4: U.G.]
In the land of the lost, my identity's feared by many
I jump in bodies to hide from authorities 'cause
I'm wanted for hauntin' villages that turned to ashes
My tongue lashes your skin and then the blood splashes
I incinerate snakes when I radiate
Beams of heat, then have weird dreams in my sleep
I make willows weep when I sweep through the area
Like an epidemic, my blood type is chemic
My DNA got mixed with deadly toxics
My dagger rips people from their toe to their hips
The hideous lurks in the blackness
Store water in my toe like a cactus and my rap rips
Tracks and conjure up spirits when I'm thinkin'
Relatives, old presidents, Abe Lincoln
I snap your cervix when words mixed together
Mutant powers like storm so I can change the weather
I stick needles in your body like a chink doin'
Acupuncture to hit your pressure spots
Your brain rots tryin' to figure out my agility
Source, I'm from the land of the lost

[Chorus: Cella Dwellas]
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…