Amine - 1 Train (Remix) lyrics

Feeling like a vigilante and a visionary Literary genius, destroying the dictionary Getting on top of b**hes switch it back to missionary Only place we'll ever read your name's in the obituary sh** is scary when a k**er hides among civillians Cause there's a fine line between insanity and brilliance So I'm trynna balance all my talents on a tightrope Either end up a rap legend or a psycho Everything I'm spittin on the mic's lethal Lyrical murderer never nothing like peaceful Sand n***a and a rapper What could be a better combination for me to terrorize white people I go the hardest and my flow's the sharpest Every f**in track is magical like Mormon undergarments Taking over the markets putting targets on these artists My catharsis will transform a rapper to a carca** The fruit of the harvest is coming with the grim reaper So watch for the sickle whenever I be on the speaker Ill enough to k** you if you listen with a fever Spitting ether at the preacher I'm eager to be your teacher Coming like spring rains to make everything change Rewriting scripture you should bow and call me King James Oh the audacity, committing such blasphemy But I don't give a f**, that's my vow of chastity My lyrical capacity forever expands With wordplay to cater to intelligent fans Using this music to fulfill my benevolent plans But when I rhyme, my mind does a devilish dance To spread the filthiest philosophy, guilty of apostasy And claiming I'm a prophet somebody should put a stop to me Constantly rocking these motherf**ers with brutal honesty And no apology, k** these tracks like it's a job to me Supporting sodomy and everybody's equality But smacking rap b**hes, does that count as misogyny? f** it, I'll admit it I'm just sick of hypocrisy We must change over time at accelerated velocity Cause I just find it too bizarre So few of these superstars ever put the truth in bars So I'mma have to build a necropolis Cause these motherf**ers faker than the Mayan apocalypse Stop it with the f**ing nonsense My concepts are bomb threats One of them is bound to make me blow up in the process Then I'll get to heaven with like 70 chicks Only thing that I believe is that my destiny's this I'm tryin to make a living but dying to make a k**in' I'm ill and the game's infected my pen is the penicillin For years I was writing but I always kept it hidden Then developed the mission to spit the truth and make them listen Now I take advantage of the gift I was given This is the second coming, but this is the villain edition k**in' the fake rap, hate that, I be Rocky beating up a Great track, Asap, tell the beat take that Don't really know what I've been waiting for Hopefully I get these wack rappers all to hate me more That'll keep fueling the fire in me 'til I'm 84 I'mma be writing these rhymes 'til I kick in Satan's door Hold up now, the record must be set straight I'm the f**in greatest in this that and the next state I been at it since I had The Fugees on ca**ette tape I lipo the game to get rid of all the dead weight f**ing these celebrities up, like a s**tape Coming for your chest as soon as you press play Cause to get to your heart, I have to bust through your breastplate I'm coming for the motherf**ing kings, checkmate