That Howlin' Train (3)/ Lexicon Lexicon He a Howlin' Train/
Lexicon (verse 1)
I seen a lot in my young years
Its easy to get f**ed wit no protection
So not many come here
I cultivated my mind through Sunnis and 5 per centers
But held a warm heart from Christ in the cold winters
I seen to many crips cause bloods give you the blues
Spitting of the rip I love showing these dudes
A wise man know he a fool
The fool think he wise
Rarely speak until my moves come to light
Delinquent till I began peacing my peoples teachings
Together blown apart by of colonial weather
I flowed cross so many tracks I got my own railroad
An angel in the dark arose from this hell hole
Some fell slow like feathers I plotted better
Watched and read the previous stories of yesterdays greats
f**s festering hate but I just love kissing labias
Can tell I'm they favorite cause they say Lexi lay me up
Got cougars undressed laying on silk sheets
Obsessed with what my mind thinks
Blessed from the struggle that I hustled from
Made my mental elevated I be shining they love the son
Used to be stressed but I'm just blessed to breath
A premature baby couldn't wait to see
My place to be and shake the world like a earthquake
Wish the fires of love could burn hate we learn faith
That howlin' train is shaking up the tracks
Shake it up shake it up
He gone to far and he might not make it back
Aww naw
It's a long way home trying to find his way
Alright now
Just a man of the earth trying to find his fate
My God
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Lexicon (Verse 2)
My Illustrious appearance fans immaculate cohearance
Consumptious intention lames static wit deterrence
I mingle with the elitest comfortable wit extremist
Seeking divine teachings endless mountains never peaking
Skiming tracks picking facts like my afro back
My arm strong like satch mo back money short like they lost they slacks
I'm from the block but I never been square
2 feet grounded but I never impair
My vision and action never quick to react when
Stupid comments are slapped in my direction
I calmly calculate my perfection
So don't cross me like an intersection
Not materialistic I just want alot of bread
Accomplished prominent profits that started in my head
Gotta pay your dues cause this game take its toll
No way to cheat dudes but you gotta play the code
Las chicas llamanme papo y piensa soy guapo
And I just wanna pick 3 like the lotto
I'm most likely the baddest muthaf**a you ever seen
Paint a false background wit money u a green screen
It is I the one and only Lexicon
k** me today I live forever in my rhymes
You on a microwave so I guess you warming up
A tsunami finna crash muthaf**a that is us
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That Howlin' Train (3) Lexicon Lexicon he a Howlin' Train!