Train







Used to be know for the hooks,

Al Capone to these rooks,

Either zoned in the books,

Burning reefer in the zone, where the crooks inside,

Looks inside, you really are neeks.

I can see tears appearing on you cheeks,

When ya chick cheat for the 85th time.

Hate these guys talking grease on Twitter.

Where you from you can call police,

Around here they call police the killers,

And they call my peeps <bleep>

And when man pull and release the trigger men die,

Not computer sprites.

Men ride though the night so you can Hoover white,

posed by hooker pipes.

Buy clothes, pose like ya shoulders so wide

when ya doing flies,

You can bear hug a mattress,

Nowadays there's bare thugs that trap yet.

Couldn't score a decent draw,

In ikea,

Shouldn't talk.

Cos man will leave ya pussy leaking on the floor.

Cythera

This is my era.

Time to polygraph these emcees,

make em do Molly dabs, then see, what the truth is.

I leave the booth ruthless,

Couple youths toothless.

Now they know what the uncomfortable truth is.

I suplex these rappers. Tear through them like durex

Rap is the hands of fucks, from the land of 'have not's',

Where hammers drop on life tariffs.

And like Alice you won't find wonderland here.

Fall down this hole, end up no underpants here.

Understand here, people ain't got a lot,

Not much work, but the Devil's on his job.

All the time, we falling like Adam, when he took the apple.

Nowadays security will tackle,

if you steal a schnapple,

Nowadays they don't build no chapels in the hood.

Just the betting and the bottle shops.

Can't they see their betting that will end up, in the bottle lost,

Still they gonna get my message like a Molotov,

Mazel tov , at 16 my mamma took my muzzle off,

Was around more peng, white girl then HasselHoff,

Never have I battle lost, still I can't afford the train.

Cussing till they asking for my name in the hall of fame,

This year I'm coming for ya lames,

All ya chains like Debo, I'm below freezing.

So deep, I'm below demons,

D-boys I'm coming for ya Kilos,

B-boys, you can see I suffered like keloid.

to learn how to build had to learn how to destroy,

Like Detroit, my side of the city bankrupt,

Southside will you stand up and put ya hands up.

Like dawn raids by armed Feds, my life change.

When arm, leg, leg, arm, head

Sent an angel to me, said to me P please put the 8balls to sleep,

And the faithful will see that you can see like Neo in the matrix,

All these man are basic.

I'm a riddle wrote in ancient Aramaic

They say rap is dead and I'm the only man to save it,

This one dedicated to my cody's on the pavement.