The Imperial Grand Ministers Of Funk - Nighttrain lyrics

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The Imperial Grand Ministers Of Funk - Nighttrain lyrics

[Verse 1] Land of the free, but the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore, leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason for that is cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown, the black, here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an, but he be thiefin' I don't trust him, rather bust 'em up Out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me, yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad, we call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black and it's true Cause some of them lookin' just like you [Verse 2] Stayin' on the scene, sittin' on the train See all the faces look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo Cause he deal the keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic, by George he got it Takin' makin' the Gs erotic And the fiends they scheme, so he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em, I put 'em in the ground Got the nerve as hell to yell brother man He ain't black man better yet he's Pac Man Known to murder his own, traitor on the phone Ridin' the train, self-hater trained to sell pain The master's toy, his little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause Cause his face lookin' just like yours [Verse 3] More of the same, insane who sayin' I'm flowin' like nighttrain, runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh, you doubt and go out And I'm gone, but the ba** goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk, the king of New York Crack a lack, attack the black, to crack the back Once again I test a friend with sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie, rather push the Bush Hope the cracker gets crushed, I'm rollin' with Rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't! Spreadin' like paint! Lookin' at the pot I got and it's kickin' But it ain't chicken, but it's livin' for a city, so sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild Piled in a file, senile or child They said it never been no worser than this I'm on the nighttrain, they hope ya don't miss it Give ya what they got to give you, just go You musn't just put your trust in every brother, yo Some don't give a damn, cause they the other man Worse than a bomb, posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race, and blowin' up the whole crew With some of them lookin' just like you