2 Train

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My product heat Scientology, lock and key
 Keep ya 2 dollar philosophy for Dollar Tree
 Fake deep conversations with some false statements
 Going live on Facebook from ya momma's basement
 I like action more than theory rather ask Siri
 YOU cats scary sounding like a canary
 Ditch ya blackberry, tap the secretary
 From the back like Halle Berry foul smell, pussy was unsanitary
 Bergen, Atlantic used to hop on a Virgin Atlantic
 The stewardess no longer a virgin after we landed
 Lost my passport I almost panicked
 Customs opened my baggage they seen the merch
 And now they wanna tax it
 Small thing for a king
 I love the finer things
 Like Bing Bing Bada Bing! it's magic
 Don't need to jump off a cliff to catch an epiphany
 Rap in a pill form make em develop a dependency
 I'm on that type of time
 Imhotep inside a rapper's mind
 You peep the news you saw the headlines
 I'm telling bedtime stories on the red line
 On the train I'm bout get this work
 Flatbush, Newkirk, Beverly, Church
 Winthrop, Sterling, President, Franklin
 Eastern, Grand Army, Bergen, Atlantic
 Undercover cops at rap shows facts tho
 While you assholes is talking shit they taking mad notes
 Murder plots, I'm in and out like the Burger Spot
 Die slow, I'm up 20
 I'm a burn the clock
 Like Mark price from long range I'm remarkable like
 The archetype, I make it really hard not to like
 Keep the drama light
 I'm bronchitis on the mic
 These artists ain't really much when you minus out the hype
 This game is full of insecure handshakes and fake smiles
 From bunch of dudes
 Who still ain't noticed they got fazed out
 Like John Basedow, don't make me put ya case out
 Like Pilgrims on the Mayflower looking for a way out
 Cats turning Jordan Peele for that recording deal
 For me to even budge I need at least 3 quarter mill
 That's sort of a build but the real gets more morbid still
 Talk shit all I got is time you gave me more to kill
 On tour still, drinking water mixed chlorofill
 Backstage looking like how Sodom and Gamorah feel
 That's why I walk an enormous shield
 Black Pope, feel it in ya gut like a lactose meal
 Saxophone thrill like "Do, Re, Mi"
 I make the dough the dough don't make me
 That Gritty shit no H.D. spent 8 G's in AC
 Sweating like 100 degrees with No AC
 I'm on that type of time
 Imhotep inside a rapper's mind
 You peep the news you saw the headlines
 I'm telling bedtime stories on the red line
 On the train I'm bout get this work
 Flatbush, Newkirk, Beverly, Church
 Winthrop, Sterling, President, Franklin
 Eastern, Grand Army, Bergen, Atlantic

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03:01
Key
1
Tempo
83 BPM

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