Ice man in a fire fight, I’m mad chilled/
The turbulence around me can’t penetrate shield/
Why yield to a system that’s food to the field/
I don’t feel what you call skill yo deal/
Your best hand and watch your time spill/
With quick sand I kill like Gara. I’m ill/
It’s an art form what you call norm I wield/
into timeless flows to heal the mass appeal/
Surreal thoughts and feelings warped into reel/
got you hooked up and dumb struck bars in a meal/
I paint the galaxy still with a white quill/
That’s poetry as portraits…breadcrumbs to heal/
The Soul Train has mad grain to seal/
On the topsoil of your brain you can gain zeal/
Or maybe catch yourself a blessing from an angel/
named Gabriel. Everything’s love it’s a thrill/
On the Soul Train…

Hook:

Soul Train Yo
Straight buzzing off of that Soul Train Glow/
And you know we get deep. Soul Train Low/
Fuck what you know/
Soul Train Flow/
To the rhythm of life you know how we do/
On the Soul Train yo/
When the Soul Train Blow/
On the Soul Train Yo/

Time is an illusion, only the present exists/
The gift of this moment is a poetic kiss from my lips/
Injecting and infecting this there’s no neglecting or rejecting/
The truth of this knowledge is deep rooted in Nature’s perfection/
I’m Carrying on…Reborn and reformed through my reflection/
That I’ve seen through every heart I’ve touched and crushed while I was reppin’/
The love and hate in my heart that moulded the man collecting/
Your attention like a Sherriff my word is my only weapon/
And love is the Ammo, that came with the joy for dissecting/
The stresses of your life, straining your soul for heaven/
It’s the lessons learnt that make us greater while we’re stepping/
Forward the only direction. The Pace…by your suggestion/
In Cruise Mode. Chilling in forest with a toad/
Who slept with some princess ‘cos she was stoned I was told/
That’s another story. I’m too sober to bounce off topic/
Find me the beat and drop it/
Pass me the mic I’ll rock it like a comet…/

Hook

Exposing the core of an mc/
It’s a social cultural movement blasting eternally/
We call it Hip Hop. You can call that what you want/
Heads know the difference between sad and classical stuff/
See we just dress it up. But not like you in that kit/
Man making cash off the art like deforestation and shit/
You see this is why I’m sick! Your life is shared on the strip/
Yo this shit gets deeper than your pockets could ever permit/
But one day you’ll get it and we’ll be united again/
Been separated for so long that we forgot we were kin/
Nature is the mother if you listen to her whisper in the wind/
In that moment just breath it in take a second to live again/
Trough the Joy and pain, the good the bad, the drama/
The Ying and Yang. The light and dark forming the Karma/
Only now can you form a, healthy mind state get on the/
Soul Train. Entrance is free, you know I got ya/

Hook