Icp

Icp - The Train lyrics

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Here comes the train 

Here comes the train! 

Here comes the train 

Here comes the train! 



All aboard, motherfucka, where you headed out there? 

We the tunnel rats riding without no care 

We big as hell and we fast now cow catch a run front 

Cause we push through the world and we hitting shit blunt 

We the night train traveling through the under layer 

And we lotus, we grow in the dark without a prayer 

And we out there, come holla, we'll be here tomorrow 

We aimed up and made noises in the dark like Amala 

I'm like (Eric!) send the cops over here double time 

I got a head inside a pillowcase I'm banging on a stop sign (Psh) 

Motherfucka, say hello to these tunnel runners 

We coming for you, gunning and stunning, and rep for many others 

Swario Atilishiki taught us to stab 

In my city get your titties and ass a first grab 

Hang on cause the train be hitting many corners fast 

Jump off, we move on and we forget your ass 



Take me through the underground 

Take me through the underground 

I don't want no sun. 

I don't want; I don't want sunlight no more 

Bury me deep underground. 

Bury me deep deep underground 

Let me tunnel run. 

Wanna be a tunnel runner, do ya wanna? 



We a train like a motherfucka long with no end 

They lead the witches everywhere, but leaving ain't my friend 

We see the train coming, richies running, locking they doors 

But they be tripping when the bullets clipping, ripping through the walls 

I gets' wicked like wonka, if you kill me I'll haunt ya 

And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya 

I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling 

I like the fire that rains, and I can't explain the feeling 

I know that I'm alone, but this train is packed 

With people just like me that don't know where the fuck we at 

But this the only format that we fitting, that's it 

Night train coming through with that wicked shit. 

I don't care about the dame that's tied up to the tracks. 

Or stalled out cars, we sawing all o' that in half. 

And don't miss it cause it ain't another train like this. 

So just ride, and don't waste the Whiz. (Shh) 



All aboard. 

If you think you can hang 

For wicked shit, this is your train 

All aboard 

Ain't shit out there the same 

For wicked shit, this is your train 



(Anybody Killa) 

Ya heard my homie Violent J, bitch. 

Step right up, come on in 

Let me see your life begin. 

Take a ride on this night train, psycho status. 

Must be this tall to ride, cause it's one of the fastest 

Hold tight, don't fall, where'd you get that ticket? 

The bitch bus left, and I think you missed it 

You know the drill, back to the caboose 

To shovel coal until you decide which path to choose 

We ain't never gonna stop, it's just too much fun 

We got everything we need, nothing has to be brung 

Boxcars full of dreams, schemes and thoughts 

Money making millionaires that were street smart taught 

Look out the window, stare into the eyes 

Of all the people watching us float right by 

Get out the way, coming through, put your penny on the track 

What you see is what you get, some happy traveling rats 



All aboard. 

If you think you can hang 

For wicked shit, this is your train 

(Hehehe, hey!) 

All aboard. 

Ain't shit out there the same. 

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) 

For wicked shit, this is your train. 

(Bwoop Bwoop Bwoop) 

All aboard. 

If you think you can hang. 

(From here to outer space) 

For wicked shit, this is your train. 

(Neptune, bitch!) 

All aboard. 

Ain't shit out there the same. 

(Chick, what!?) 

For wicked shit, this is your train. 

(Psychopathic, intergalactic!)
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