| Hear that train come rolling
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| And you know I’m bound to ride
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| Hear that train come rolling
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| Gotta move on down the line'
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| My mind can make mount everest out of a mole hill
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| Fuck a brand name game my budget is low frills
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| The show skills are so ill, that after it’s seen
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| Then the audience needs to be quarantined
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| Ronin’s of rhyme- we follow the samurai code but we don’t take orders from the
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| shogun
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| Maintaining independence like a slave on the lam
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| I’m writing freedom songs for the sake of my fam'
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| No mistaking Ran' for the norm, I’m above that
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| This is the beginning the potential is untapped
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| I rhyme for heads wondering where is the love at
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| I rhyme to keep hip hop alive and you just rap
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| Cold as flakes of snow on arctic glaciers
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| Try to to copy my style like carbon paper
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| The sub zero nature of the words that I’m writing
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| Will leave you hypothermic from all the frost biting
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| Hear that train come rolling
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| Soon as the beat drops hear them stomp to the floor
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| And you know I’m bound to ride
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| When the bow hits the fiddle hear them give a little more
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| Hear that train come rolling
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| Soon as the beat drops hear them stomp to the floor
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| Gotta move on down the line'
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| They don’t want war cause them boys hardcore
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| Still on the bubble out the woods with the shiners
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| Open up the tap and pour some stout over your cider
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| I’ve got a heaping helping of some beef for you biters
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| Sharpen your incisors, allow me to oblige ya
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| Write a million pages trap and keep it in a binder
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| Then paint a vivid picture over pristine primer
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| Running with a shovel chasing rabbits out the briar
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| Double up your trouble pouring fuel on the fire
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| Your goose is cooked, hear the buzz on the timer?
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| Sunshine units clicking on your geiger
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| Sweet crude through the lyrical refiner
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| Canary in the shaft sending warnings to the miners
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| No sense in jumping in the pit with the tigers
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| Go and practice up and get your flows a little tighter
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| Tell me what defines it, the freedom or the fighter?
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| -Cry babies defecating in your diapers
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| Hear that train come rolling
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| Soon as the beat drops hear them stomp to the floor
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| And you know I’m bound to ride
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| When the bow hits the fiddle hear them give a little more
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| Hear that train come rolling
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| Soon as the beat drops hear them stomp to the floor
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| Gotta move on down the line'
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| They don’t want war cause them boys hardcore |