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Thin Red Line
1,297
Hip-Hop/Rap
Thin Red Line was released on February 6, 2001 by Galapagos4 as a part of the album Typical Cats
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2001
LabelGalapagos4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

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Lyrics

88.5 Chicago
Yeah, I shoot the gift on that radio station
88.5
HBK was the only station that would fuck with Rak
88.5 Chicago
On that radio station
Taking a train, taking a train
Taking a train, taking a train
The red line is the thin spine I roll down the back
Of a city overgrown and overtaxed
The wax hands of the rich pick a thin pockets bare and scatter
The skeletons of cultures with no rent control
Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown children
Trace glass glazed street for someone to pay or to listen
I glisten like the question in a shorty's eyes
Sleeping in the train car at the Lawrence stop when I get in
Making pillows out of bare arms while I'm posturing poems
But I can't name these eyes or the idea of less than home
Home the unfinished that fate hasn't sewn
In the skirt of an evening over morning's waist blown
I see the moon, I see the go going by
On stilts as mouths wilt and turn blind into girl's eyes
Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar
Color red the closed eyes shut tight on a dollar
Whales rock heads to sleep, my eyes peel all the way
To memorize a sleeping girl's face and bring it to PK
Oh shit I'm late, I got a bus to make to take the 35th and State
Get on the Dan Ryan red line and head downtown with head down
Experience life in surround sound
Rhythmatic speech occurs when the crowd's around
Besides, I'm still waiting on a train, plus I'm late already
And how the fuck am I gonna get downtown and back to WHBK?
Man it's already 8:40, too much thinking
I gotta keep this freestyle steady
Now freestyle's over, things like
This point to the fact that I'm sober
I need weed, yo fuck the mission to the record store
To put CDs on consignment
Just for fickle fans to not buy it, I thought they liked violence
But anyways, skip downtown, I turn around
I hear the train coming, head out now
Train stop, hop in the backseat like a fucking taxi
And I heard that DJ Nat be having phat Sacks weed
Get off and catch the 55th and Garfield to University
High Park sale, I feel a dark chill when I hit the building
Here with the intention to kill it, finally made it
Now where the hell is Quelle and Denizen?
Reasons run thin by the end of the line
But the signs can be read if you learn them in time
Reasons run thin by the end of the line
But the signs can be read if you learn them in time
Yo it's already Wednesday night, time for HBK's rap show
But waiting on Sacks yo makes me late, fuck it
Gotta hit this open mic hoping to leave stress at the rest
So I can float tonight, I grab my rhyme book and hit the elevator
Light a square, freestyle the tale I'ma tell later
Hike to the thin red line at Sheridan
By the time my name dries, wait for the train, here it is
Amongst the chatter of workdays and old dreams
The thin red line holds me to window seats
The wind blows beats, where Sin don't sleep
But neither can I with open mics on my mind
My pen and pad describe 65 minute lifetimes
From Sheridan to High Park where I spark tight lines
Who's these typical cats flexing insane?
It's the QW-A, Denizen Kane
Good to see y'all cats late again, some typical shit
For sure, don't sweat it Denizen, yo it's cool that you made it in
Yo my bad Denizen, I had to catch some medicine
Oh I feel the pharmacology, cats were just guessing when
We three breathe these free prophecies
Catch me shouting out of Limit City, it's the HP
The MCs that hate me probably 'cause
They take themselves too seriously
My fear is not being near your seat to hear 'em speak
For sure, you know these flea bitten felines is fam
And a loose tooth'll get left in the booth, ask my man Den
In a fine fickle fix of fellowship and fools fronting fact remains
Benetton ads on crack make your mood sunny
Similar to Hi-Tek and Talib, only at high speed
Fools fronting but the fact remains they still won't do nothing
Who's bluffing? Fuck that, I'm more concerned with who's cutting
Yo fuck who's cutting, yo it's cool if you two dudes is puffing
Hush kid, not to crush this phat rap
Oh shit, check out this typical cat Nat scratch
Written by: Adam Vincent Schreiber, Dennis Sangmin Kim, Marty Brown, Nathaniel Cavalletto
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