In the coming days You'll see him fly In a rolls royce Of his own design With a chop top And a viper stripe Through a great parade In the twilight And what follows follows With a big sound From the mainstream To the underground With the 606 and the 909 He went round, round, round The blue men came From the uptown With the sirens And the ray-guns They tracked our friend And chased him down When the chief declared That they had won But the story goes He was never found Case closed He went underground With the 606 and the 909 He went down, down, down A few years Down the line Hear the bells ring See the birds fly Then holy shit We saw the guy In a Cadillac Of his own design With mad lows And a pretty wife Past the crossroads Of our lives With the 606 and the 909 They went round, round, round