Lyrics:
The train is loaded with gold bullion ready for the return trip
Chorus 1
Iron Bullet, Iron Bullet
The fastest train across the west
Iron Bullet, Iron Bullet
callin' my phone
M-mister, y'all must've forgot the
King of the throne
Aw man! Ayo Kay! Ayo what up Red Alert?
I don't think they ready for this
Well they
City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Woo-woo
Yeah, baby!
[Verse 2:]
Way deep down south, yo we play this game
It's them Quad City DJ's and yo, we call it the train
So,
feelings
And even though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I reaching for
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
I be
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
I be the street
and shake to my musical plot
My treacherous beats make your ears respond
And not another DJ rocks this type of beat
Most Russians will know just by looking
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
you despise)
Envy this emcees magnitude (so realize)
The MC emceed (the DJ deejayed 'em)
Until the next time I keep you steppin' to the A.M.
Two
beach be ready for this tsunami
Woken dragon I got the rings like I'm Shang Chi
Finna knock dem apples out yo tree call me Johnny
Appleseed leave you
I mean literal
Devilman draw for the 'chete
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
But I won't bring a strap
If the beef is petty
Nah Devilman, I
Stray bullet flesh wounds
So I gotta change my aim for Cassidy
I sit calm (sitcom) so I can puncture flesh
Not just graze (Grey's) Anatomy
If this was
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Garden
Blueprints and road maps on the ready
Time is ticking and the train is leaving
World is changing she won't let it pass her by
So goodbye to this
I'd catch a grenade for ya, throw my hand on a blade for ya, I'd jump in front of a train for ya, you know I'd do Anything for ya, oh, oh
Catch
catch this train
Up past sunrise, now I'm restless, blue skies fucking with my brain
Time is ticking like the clock, I'm still held up by delays
Body
when I back this Henny
See me on telly or the Heathway ready
For a long night, hold tight, get ready
Runnin' this game, white Uriah Rennie
And when
[King James]
Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else
But you just can't run up in this building and shoot
And fools got my brother hostage, man
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
close attention to things
Watch how the pendulum swings, once the flesh is gone, the soul remains
Imani aims to upset the order of things Ready to blast
I'm ready for war
Won't settle til I settle the score
I ain't letting em tread on anything
My weapons are drawn
They gunned my family down, right in
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