Machinedrum – Kane Train (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (Audio, Lyrics)

Machinedrum drops “Kane Train” featuring Freddie Gibbs. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the self-produced Machinedrum song.

Machinedrum Kane Train

Freddie Gibbs is one of the few rappers that easily adapts to any type of production. You can throw him over a loop of a soul sample or some left-field electronic beat and he’ll find a pocket for himself. Today, he teams up with Machinedrum for their brand new collaboration, “Kane Train.” Machinedrum, who came up in the early 2000s as a prominent figure in the electronic scene, brings massive horns to meet equally big drums for the track. With a name like “Kane Train,” Freddie Gibbs comes through with that plug talk and cocaine-fueled bars for this triumphant anthem.

Machinedrum – Kane Train (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (prod. Machinedrum)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, Kane train
Yeah, yeah
[?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Kane train, came by the trap
If I fall off, I could do the same thing
Rap game, face all over these magazines
I can’t slang things
Insane, Bunny Rabbit gang, throw it down for the set-set
VV’s when you see me, hold these double Gs
Got my neck wet

[Verse 1]
[?] body killer, hittin’ all crews
Crack was movin’ slow, I move the dog food
Nigga, fuck the law, I’m breaking all rules
Mr. Fetty Wap with the [dog fooled?]
On some couple ounces, that’s a small move
Threw the fifties out, we bringin’ all tools
Get a truck and fill it up with all goons
When the crack was slow, I move the dog food, nigga
Bitches young Corleone, Soprano baby Tony
Straight out that East Side, my breakfast was eggs and fried baloney
Can’t politic if you neutral, I fuck with members only
I pulled up their face with choppas, bitch, I ain’t send the homies
Fuck niggas, get sprayed down
Yellow tape and stretchers gettin’ laid now
Come on niggas’ block and get some cake ’round
Y’all done been my niggas since the playground
Y’all done been my niggas since the sandbox
‘Fore I run the turf and got the land locked
Put it in the park and make the gram fly
We was out here serving hand-to-hand rocks, nigga

[Chorus]
Kane train, came by the trap
If I fall off, I could do the same thing
Rap game, face all over these magazines
I can’t slang things
Insane, Bunny Rabbit gang, throw it down for the set-set
VV’s when you see me, hold these double Gs
Got my neck wet

[Verse 2]
And my money roll, it do not fold
Got the rollie Daytona, it’s all gold
Politic with Pablo’s chapos
I don’t got a minute for these dog holes
Bitch, I never bend, I do not fold
[?] on the Chevy, they was all gold
Politic with Pablo’s chapos
I ain’t got a minute for these dog holes, nigga
(You know what I’m sayin’, baby, sniffle up)
Politic with Pablo’s chapos
I ain’t got a minute for these dog holes, nigga
Yeah, yeah
And my money roll, it do not fold
I ain’t got a minute for these dog holes
Yeah, Kane