Richie Cunning - The Station Lyrics

That's what I'm talking about, man I'm feeling that, all of that
"New on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me"
See, long time coming, it's like sixteen years in the making
Richie Cunning, Night Train

Yeah, somebody hold my coat while I get funky on these jacks
With that really tough talk from off of the train tracks
Strapped with a back pack sippin' on shitty liquor
It's that low revenue professional city slicker
Since the days of bubble coats and Timberlands
Known for operating microphones under the influence
Matter of fact, son, I been a fresh MC since
You was on the floor playing Cowboys and Indians
Who wanna test like I won't get fresh
And turn this motherf*cker out like a reversible vest
It's Richie Cunning from the Gold Gates, yeah
Where the record rotates, and young bloods and sniffing snowflakes, son
I murder any microphone I happen to touch
Then I'm cracking the Dutch on the back of the bus
I don't stress, fresh with a pen and a page
I rock a million-dollar mouthpiece on minimum wage, ya heard?
Run and get your raps and choruses
And practice 'em 'cos all of your tracks is boring, I'm
Ready to rip at any rap performance
In a land where the uniform is black and orange
I speak slang over beats that bang
And when I drop the dime, you can keep the change
It's just one chapter for all y'all punk rappers
Richie spit fire like he hit the blunt backwards
Ain't nothing nice when I pick up the mic
I drop bombs and I'm gone in the thick of the night
Similar to none, I run with roughnecks
Troublemakers, bad apples and criminal suspects
Believe that the boy prepared
I been around the block a few times, I ain't no square
They say my shit is impressive
They say they checkin' and checkin'
And so I figured I should get on a record and break 'em off something

(New on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me)
Yeah
Richie Cunning in the house one time
Yeah, Frisco in the house one time
My people in New York in the house one time
It's Rec League in the house one time