Lyrics:
the face 6, so check her out on tweetpic
All you rappers tapping touching hunching over your screen
I'm on an N train rocking through Astoria, Queens
When we
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
(clean - Radio Edit)
intro: was it something that i did
You forgot
What we talked about
That time we said out loud
Some shit we never told no one
You’d
brain section.
Joy for the frowning to keep'em from downing, drowning
Feeling protection of angelic surrounding.
The feeling getting marked by god is so
it's packed like a motherfucker (that's right, Miguel)
Take the D train, AC, motherfuckers
And, and fellas, there's a lot of hoochies and birds out
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
on Fred Allen's radio show
(47) Frederick Delius: 1862-1934
English classical composer one of the
Earliest to be influenced by
African American music
(48)
never speakin facts
Tryna touch them beatle racks
Way I keep the route jumpin
I might bring the beeper back
Never learned to change a flat
But I was
came to the venue by train
But now she's backstage on a choo choo ting
Talking, she's on a excuse you ting
Yeah you're bad, man's bad to the bone
know that)
There's a 2 minute warning on the radio
Don't you know
You're a Runaway Train on a journey I don't wanna go
With cold eyes you'd stare at me
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
it's packed like a motherfucker (that's right, Miguel)
Take the D train, AC, motherfuckers
And, and fellas, there's a lot of hoochies and birds out
Next up a song from a little milky called yokai D
You are listening to
On 66 Rock Radio
Hey Radio Man
Hey Radio Man
Hey Radio Man
Play the radio
the line when they told me how to write my lines
So I'd to work out my angles with no cosign
And the music never got on the stereo
With no radio edit, who
hit the layup
What the fuck is that?
He'd be like stupid, that's where they park the train overnight on the tracks
And breaking down all the bands I
a glide in my stride that's second to none
I'm a lone rangin', one-man committee
Ridin' the train right through the Quad Cities
No time to stop, risin'
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
around
I'm on the fast train
Passing you by
I'm on the fast train
Moving through life
If you wanna come along
You gotta keep up
Cuz I'm on the fast
a radio edit
Give it a good rinse
If you lacking and you in that Backfield
Then you getting blitz
Niggas they be scared to stand up
For they self
They form
we stuck
And we got no food, what the RADIO EDIT
Starvin'
Goin' crazy
MC Cribaldo lookin' tasty
And I got a knife...
Uh oh shouldn't mess with me
I'm
keep on doing this
Till the very end
I'll edit my drafts
Before I hit send
I'll keep on doing this
To the very end
I'll edit my drafts before I hit send
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
To drive, just drive.
Can you keep a secret baby, if you can't, just lie,
Yeah, I want to scream, when I have this dream, that my whole life passed me by
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
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