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razor
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cause we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong,
As the weakest link in
(Chorus) 
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain 
Chain gang 
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain 
Chain gang 

(L-Burna)
(Chorus) 
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain 
Chain gang 
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain 
Chain gang 

(L-Burna)
tires
Down a dirt road
In Nashville, In the summertime, In 1996
I was listenin' to my dad and Johnny Cash
Doin' chain gang and talkin' trash with
of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains

One by one
The little houses are
There's fire in the canyon
Rain on the plain
And an eerie kind of sadness
On the highway today
Was it driving together
That drove us apart
Or did we
gets into my blood.
The call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor.
Im the pitcher in the chain gang, we dont believe in pain
cos were only
know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Call Big U and we going to see about that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? That's that out of town in you
a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils
Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped
By an army full money hungry crocodiles
Quantity is
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My mother
at this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, new
the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
''cause we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong,
As the weakest link in the chain.

Only
A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
Not hittin, should've gave up from the beginning
But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
Muffled sound of fist on flesh 
Blows to chest 
No breath 
Air gasps 
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! 
With each hit, each kick, each,
Slip and stuck slowly to the same game
Several hundred years we have been in a chain gang
Let our shackles only add on to a migraine
Old fame,
on the side or in back of me
Nastily, as if his name was Dick Dastardly
Original so get it yo the Gang gets respect
The chain and the star is a symbol, of this
How cool is gang banging?
Its love when you and your homies hanging huh
Your uncles had did it so its a chain reaction
Relate to your homies
Like a convict sweating on a chain gang
Somebody oughta break her out of that scene
She's enough to make you want to do the old man in
Hey, what was
was thought up, planned out and done
For the purpose of leavin behind a mark
The others will find, the kind that spark
A chain reaction, as one by one
If I could play back every moment to you now
Spent lovesick and swollen on
Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink
If I could hit
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
Muffled sound of fist on flesh 
Blows to chest 
No breath 
Air gasps 
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! 
With each hit, each kick, each,
actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
'cause my chain hang so low my
See I can be kind and considerate
But don't even consider takin' advantage of me
I found sensitivity
In the dump, stuff
With the trash
So I grab
Yo, on the M-I-see right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane. I got my 
Man Scoob Lover on the side of me, DJ Mister Cee on the wheels