my train ? It's running always fast Have you ever heard my train It's calling all of us, all of us. Oh do you feel the train ? Do you feel my train It
(Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon) Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird You could be on 'Gangland' wit' cha face all blurred Skull deaded
't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull i got in my mazda
of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master
...If I'll see them all I don't know...What canged our lifes I don't know...What's tearing me inside Sometimes at the station train we wondered about
s jail they used to call him the killin'spree he was guilty for doing crack taking guns and shooting everywhere I've met this man at the station train
line of my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull
ran his anti-death commando Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers So my tray
out of this hell is to go through the chimney like thick burning smoke Burning the bodies the owens glow white as the heat cracks the skulls open wide
barrel's in his mouth Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black I yank my mask - this has been a jack back! "These boys were trained activists
On one hand Hennessy another Tangueray Try to copy my way Glock on the table and Reebok shoes below So white like the snow Niggaz dancin' like a skull
the folding green and white door And take a late train to my lost love Faster, hammers! Faster, hammers! Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull
did all this hatred come in What do you see? What do you care? White, black, white, black who cares? White world, black world White world, black world White
Turn around, turn around It's a human skull on the ground Human skull on the ground, turn around We were waving our arms out the window Of a fast moving passenger train