Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Locomotion, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Locomotion |
| All aboard! |
| Chuchuga chuga |
| All aboard! |
| Chuchuga chuga |
| All aboard, freedom train progress |
| All aboard as we pierce the darkness |
| Bonafide soldiers build through mic check |
| We on track for our freedom |
| Full steam we push the needles like that |
| Locomotion through the microphone cord |
| Moving pen has might over the sword |
| Freedom train we bust down the doors |
| Every race, color, creed that bangs hip hop abroad |
| Motivate |
| And the tone pioneer on the loose |
| I used to shovel the coal now I lamp in the cabooze |
| Like the golden goose I give life that makes cream |
| When I squat on the track we unique soldierly |
| Like I be the answer to what it all means |
| Don’t quit your day job if you bet against the team |
| So lean your whack ass back |
| Cause ain’t too many in the world throw a dart like Smooth Black |
| Demolition man the trailblazer |
| Leaving the future in the hands of enlightened consumers |
| My style be bendin mikes like the kamasutra |
| Full space and full time, diplomatic reducer |
| I’m boosting up the standards of the conscious myth |
| Don’t be coming with info when you’re lacking in the ??? |
| We be deep in the underground, world we’ll spin |
| All aboard, freedom train, everyone all in |
| All aboard, freedom train progress |
| All aboard as we pierce the darkness |
| Bonafide soldiers build through mic check |
| We on track for our freedom |
| Full steam we push the needles like that |
| Locomotion through the microphone cord |
| Moving pen has might over the sword |
| Freedom train we bust down the doors |
| Every race, color, creed that bangs hip hop abroad |
| Motivate |
| We on a mission to seek truth |
| Driven by the visions where we livin we acquire the sweet tooth |
| Trapped on tracks through the valley of death |
| With a fitted thinking cap like I’m Mitchellin Ness |
| Drop jewels and acknowledge the icons abolished |
| In the school of hard knocks and didn’t make it to college |
| We go to war for the innocent victims |
| Reverse the theory |
| And run a train on the system |
| We ain’t going for it |
| Freedom fighters unite |
| For the new Blackwatch |
| I’m supplying the sight |
| Use mind over matter |
| The grind over chatter |
| Return to Mecca before you climb on the ladder |
| Pay homage and respect to the master molders |
| And we carry the torch for the hip hop culture |
| Spark with a million pens |
| March with a million men |
| It’s the freedom train, everybody all in |
| All aboard, freedom train progress |
| All aboard as we pierce the darkness |
| Bonafide soldiers build through mic check |
| We on track for our freedom |
| Full steam we push the needles like that |
| Locomotion through the microphone cord |
| Moving pen has might over the sword |
| Freedom train we bust down the doors |
| Every race, color, creed that bangs hip hop abroad |
| Motivate |
| I’m the conductor Daddy X |
| The instructor Brother J put my skills to the test |
| Bless the track with some of hip hops best |
| So I’m marinated, let my soul do the rest |
| And I’m microphone check, yes I’m microphone check |
| Yes I dropped out of school in search of independent music |
| Hip hop, punk rock, learn how to fuse it |
| Rebel music comes in many shapes and sizes |
| You know it’s real when it bubbles up and rises |
| I’m self made, that means I’m self empowered |
| A visionary with years of stay power |
| I don’t cower in a sticky situation |
| I hold firm ?? |
| fold my occupation |
| Redefine the meaning of an artist ?? |
| label |
| We all potters eating from the same table |
| Sub noise, got the greatest of all time |
| Cause Brother J is like I’m leading this crime |
| Respect to the Clan for letting Daddy X shine |
| Seeing god in all, recognizing mind |
| Revolution sands, we handcraft the design |
| To unify cultures, liberate your mind |
| We build our foundation one track at a time |
| Underground soldiers march down the line |
| Attention! |
| All aboard, freedom train progress |
| All aboard as we pierce the darkness |
| Bonafide soldiers build through mic check |
| We on track for our freedom |
| Full steam we push the needles like that |
| Locomotion through the microphone cord |
| Moving pen has might over the sword |
| Freedom train we bust down the doors |
| Every race, color, creed that bangs hip hop abroad |
| Motivate |