Verse 1


I drop napalm like apocalypse now.


Kick locomotive flows when I'm rockin the house.


Hip hop Intifada, throw a rock in the crowd.


Slayd steppin'up the ladder to the top of the clouds.


Ha ha yeah, now I'm spittin my language.


But y'all had go and trade the picnic for the sandwich


Fuck that diplomat stance, pick up an anvil.


Drop five tons down bring this shit to a stand still.


Stalwart Yosemite Sam


Put a Molotov cocktail in every hand


Go, twentyfive kilometers of enemy land.


Cross mud, snow, ice, rock and plenty of sand


Rush, rush down barriers. Hold our ranks.


I'm a one man, all heart, stalwart tank.


There ain't nothing to y'art, that's why I'm drawing a blank.


Yeah, I'ma take this dive, you keep walking the plank.

Chrous


Clench left fist, that's the way we throw...


Raise right arm, that's the way we show...


Stomp both feet, this the way it goes...


Locomotive overthrow never stop, never slow...


Clench both fists, that's the way we throw...


Flex both arms, that's the way we show...


Stomp both feet, this the way it goes...


Never stop, never slow, Locomotive overthrow...

Verse 2


Money, cash, fame and glory, 


Me? It's all truth. You? Same old story.


Bet you never seen a rapper like this before me. 


Bet you catch me on the couch like Prince, this bores me.


They say it's just a fad, I ain't relying on that.


Trying to snatch the crown you ain't denying me that 


Kick it like a locomotive when I'm ridin' the track


I'm a missionary, you're a bitch, lie on your back.


Flex so tough we break the chains, uh.


Put your feet down, boy, stake your claim, 


Stand at attention y'all state your name.


Steal boots stomp, march, shake the game.


I strike a pose, verse of prose like Poe poet.


Rappin, rappin, rappin, till the door's blown open.


Don't get it, that means you don't know it.


So I brought the mother fuckin' kitchen sink to throw it.

Chorus

Verse 3


Anni Slayd, Runaway Train.


Loco in the frame but I'm tryin' to stay sane.


Got that Will Wallace heart man, I brave the pain,


From Eric Gagne town s'why I save the game.


The battle started when we got out the station


I fired the first shot cause I ran out of patience.


All those mother fucking cards stacked against him.


Got a Texas hold stare when I stand and face 'em.

Chorus