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The Train

 

The Train


Here comes the train
Here comes the train!
Here comes the train
Here comes the train!

All aboard, motherfucka, where you headed out there?
We the tunnel rats riding without no care
We big as hell and we fast now cow catch a run front
Cause we push through the world and we hitting shit blunt
We the night train traveling through the under layer
And we lotus, we grow in the dark without a prayer
And we out there, come holla, we'll be here tomorrow
We aimed up and made noises in the dark like Amala
I'm like (Eric!) send the cops over here double time
I got a head inside a pillowcase I'm banging on a stop sign (psh)
Motherfucka, say hello to these tunnel runners
We coming for you, gunning and stunning, and rep for many others
Swario Atilishiki taught us to stab
In my city get your titties and ass a first grab
Hang on cause the train be hitting many corners fast
Jump off, we move on and we forget your ass

Take me through the underground
Take me through the underground
I don't want no sun
I don't want; I don't want sunlight no more
Bury me deep underground
Bury me deep deep underground
Let me tunnel run
Wanna be a tunnel runner, do ya wanna?

We a train like a motherfucka long with no end
They lead the witches everywhere, but leaving ain't my friend
We see the train coming, richies running, locking they doors
But they be tripping when the bullets clipping, ripping through the walls
I gets' wicked like wonka, if you kill me I'll haunt ya
And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya
I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling
I like the fire that rains, and I can't explain the feeling
I know that I'm alone, but this train is packed
With people just like me that don't know where the fuck we at
But this the only format that we fitting, that's it
Night train coming through with that wicked shit
I don't care about the dame that's tied up to the tracks
Or stalled out cars, we sawing all o' that in half
And don't miss it cause it ain't another train like this
So just ride, and don't waste the Whiz (shh)

All aboard
If you think you can hang
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)
All aboard
Ain't shit out there the same
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)

Ya heard my homie Violent J, bitch
Step right up, come on in
Let me see your life begin
Take a ride on this night train, psycho status
Must be this tall to ride, cause it's one of the fastest
Hold tight, don't fall, where'd you get that ticket?
The bitch bus left, and I think you missed it
You know the drill, back to the caboose
To shovel coal until you decide which path to choose
We ain't never gonna stop, it's just too much fun
We got everything we need, nothing has to be brung
Boxcars full of dreams, schemes and thoughts
Money making millionaires that were street smart taught
Look out the window, stare into the eyes
Of all the people watching us float right by
Get out the way, coming through, put your penny on the track
What you see is what you get, some happy traveling rats

All aboard
If you think you can hang
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)
All aboard
Ain't shit out there the same
(Na na na...)
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)
(Bwoop bwoop bwoop)
All aboard
If you think you can hang
(From here to outer space)
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)
(Neptune, bitch!)
All aboard
Ain't shit out there the same
(Chick, what!?)
For wicked shit, this is your train (this is your train)
(Psychopathic, intergalactic!)

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