heating up the tank pistons churning and the wheels they clank pressure building, throttle open wide death train rolling on its final ride. Death train
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
iller! [Verse 1] Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us hop in they whip and ride for us pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit it's a body for a
niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train 'Cause
a bunch of fake dons Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin' It's all the same, still runnin' trains with my hoodmen A bunch of goodmen
get your melon crushed Just like the rush from a train, I'll dissect ya frame in half Raise my duck down staff as my microphone blow ya out the frame
's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, give 'em a little
boilin' hot Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot My clique got a
GAME than a panhandler on a TRAIN Huh, it's rare if I don't catch props I'm the Ak I tear that ass out the frame like a benzie box You know the rules
bright and new Gone to claim a peace and freedom that heaven knows was overdue Of a crime he wasn't guilty just a victim of a frame Yes he came and now
I can knowledge a mess I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin a lot She was hangin round the fireplace in this one spot She looked like she was waitin for a train or a
can knowledge a mess I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin' a lot She was hangin' 'round the fireplace in this one spot She looked like she was waitin' for a train or a
script I know you heard of this crisis and what the price is High stress amplifies the need for all your vices But steer clear A¦a?¦A¶ause we're here
are dead, when we are dead Now she sits in her brother's widow's house Her skin like a lizard her aura like a daffodil Sits like a sign in the children
We dominate but feel the pain from bullets my carnales take Out of state soldiers join us to form a conglomerate It's out of hate oppressed revolt from
mr duke] This is a time of pain Warzone for your own gain I roam the middle with the metal 'cause I'm insane Break frames... catch a smoking Is it gonna
just learned of me Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train
