Rap song by Black Sheep. Part of the lyrics
Engine, Engine, Number Nine,
On the New York transit line,
If my train goes off the track,
Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!
Back on the scene,
Crispy and clean,
You can try,
But then why,
Cause you can't intervene.
We be the outcast,
Down for the settle.
Won't play the rock,
Won't play the pebble.
Open the door,
You best believe,
We're sliding through it swiftly.
Niftly,
We can make it hip to be,
What we are cause what we be,
Be the epitome,
Doo-Dah-Dipity.
So now I dwell
Just to say your plainar
Hold your cup cause I got the container.
Pass a plader,
Cross the fader.
Black Sheep get played
Like the Sony innovator.
Never the traitor,
Party of later,
And you can get a scoop,
Later.