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America From A Moving Train

miles of track One thing I know by now There is no turning back From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train If every venture was A

miles of track One thing I know by now There is no turning back From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train If every venture was A

Highway with a European model Drivin' a frost white Cadillac El Daradoe With an African-Asian from Zimbabwe, I'm doin' it my way With a strip club I own in a

gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch Every morning dope fiends looking for a fix They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit Everywhere a nigga breaking

come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly

topic of the day The population is programmed and pricked on a tray The trays in a box, the box is on the shelf stacked in twelves On a tractor belt moving

the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers

Degenerate rappers I'm smashing attackin' with a passion A-and-R-bashin', ripping lyrics built on fashion Now imagine you just won a trip around my way

black, it's yo' life! Once upon a time called now we start this A chosen one came forth from the darkness To lead the lost for the cost of a beat tape