One way train

VERS 1 : i'm keepin this in mind, everytime i'm layin down a verse,
first - go off instinct, 2nd make sure it works,
3rd keep it diverse, cos no one likin the same
old shit, fuck bitches, (Grab dick) Gold Chain,

Oh shit wait, apparently that's all that we playin?
guess i gotta adapt, tone down the rap for the Lames,
turned off at the mains, yeah i guess you could say it,
cos the talents dryin up fast like been evaporated,

But son, i'm here to represent the backlash,
make you feel my impact like you react steppin on cracked glass
leakin blood sweat & beers, knock 'em back fast,
Like I switch the gears, clutch the mic, step on that gas!

Hit em with it - it's either in one, Ear, out the other while some appreciate the sum,
we all equal in the eyes of father and the son,
But when the holy ghost on ya only the hardest'll get It done


Verse 2:
These are strange times in a strange world, to say the least, When will we cease? Waitin till we lay deceased, to rest in peace, no pay increase!
We put it to rights, over these pints, we consumin - online shoppin, On time boppin how we doin? For time?

-don't wait for no man, Ya can't freeze Shit to manipulate it, this ain't snowman,
Goin whack with carrot we love gold plated, Everythin! gold plaques, go black gold baby!

Try to rig it up when most ain't got a clue, you need to master the plan, and execute from ya point of view
cos Bill Got a blow, but Bush fucked it! - but how we know? when so many say Fuck Bush when we all know he never give a fuck bitch!

and never gave us much to clutch on to besides Skies in New York with No trade above it,
Surprised fox didn't put it on pay per view, Stay tuned for what they gonna do to get the ratings through!


HOOK: Sayin Yeah - we on a one way train, tryna maintain in this game and take aim!
Blam! - some tuck gats to make change, some cats just don't react and lay slain!
Sayin -Yeah - we on a one way train, Some Remain some run off the tracks to stay sane,
Blaat! - Some of these cats just ain't playin, Some cats just don't react (and layy slaiiin)

Verse 3:
BS that's what we want? shit, cos we stockin up on that like we scared of attack an imminent nuclear war,
livin the sheltered life, it's ain't bunker hill, but we caught up in the battle of what don't fit n what will?

like out with the old n in with the new, i'm in the booth, some into bein tennents, an payin in lieu,
maybe if all of us followed examples and paid their dues, we'd find appreciation, insteada findin the easy routes

sippin that crazy juice baby most be poli-tickin - along claiming expenses for the journey like ya politician
tryna ride into distance without a pot to piss in, so we pissin down drains cos the pots a missin,

when it's pissin down with rain nothin matter much, we on a one way train of shoots & ladders such
n all of Poppa's wisdom don't stop the battles cuhhz, don't make a smurfin difference which way you add em up!