Lyrics:
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
as the trains roll by
But that ain't me, there's too much to see
Gonna roll until the day that I die
Yeah, my life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look
a prison
Without anyone ever knowing
And, we live in a nation
Developed by racists
Perpetuating racism on a regular basis
So, how do I make statement
That I
a couple of fresh records
And a bangin' hand style to put the jukies On the guest list
Walk for that
Metal train graf brainiac
Walk for them
Not
a diseased Etheopian! (That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....Wait I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball a second,
A soldier rides on a train to Tennessee
And half asleep he dreams it isn't a dream
With each flick of the wheels a new face goes by
With each face he
the line
I go out on that depot platform, I stand right near the edge
And I wait for that train to come by me
The early in the morning before the sun
Remember that?
Turn the beat up, I get lost in the mind come across
The rhyme kick my feet up, then I find myself in time
I was on a train
will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
don't stop
Comin' From the bottom to the top
And I Been through a lot
But this train don't stop
Is you ridin' or not
Ridin' or not
Fuck that man they
Train
Know my old bro is still at the bottom, close to no pain
But so it goes and you know, I know the whole thing
Wanted everything and I still got it
said okay
We nipped out to get the hip hop apparatus
Came back with the posse in full effect status
While Jeff set up, I said "check one two y'all"
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
to a madman's situation.
Life is a dream, time does come true, and in my sleep I think of you,
Feather bed by myself.
Basically probability says that fate's come
on the bench I ain’t even tryna play
Flexin all my muscles I don’t even need a chain
Flying down the 99 foreign switch lanes
Feds tryna chase they can’t keep up
a boyfriend"—bitch, stop lyin'!
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin' but a dyke
Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like
Walked over to 'em, and said, "What's up?"
times the noise
What might've looked good under neon lighting
On the last train home looks straight up frightening
Cos the things that glitter ain't
recognition
Need a blue check by twitter name
Blok said no competition
And Swoope yelling out that we on the "Same Team"
Well if we all one body why I load
you can't stop it when it's home grown
Half past, trying to catch the last train
Fast pace stack ass in the ashtray
I went from mad game to having
that can stop me
My posse is cocky, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
"Prince of peace must hear our plea"
"Told life
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