Nondescript White Rap Fan 1 - 1train lyrics

[Verse Renegade: Reebok Jones] Man, I want to live on one train But I'd rather renegade this song INTELLECTUAL! LUPE FIASCO! [Intro: Charlie F] The OG version had 2 of the worst verses of all time Why was Yela on that sh**? Barely even spat a rhyme We the true rap geniuses, so we did a remix So hop on the motherf**ing 1train, b**h [Verse 1: ZorroTheSwordsman] It's one train with the training wheels n***as making ‘rate my verse threads' as if it's raining deals I am Simba with the trans fats Wipe my a** with the cradle of the swans neck Just cummin' on the beat work the mic good I won't have my bukkake and eat it too but a dyke would Prone to stall but I'm still the little emcee that could Wrote the verse in the comment section, yeah I'm just that good I should've had the verse after Big KRIT But A$AP said they could only fit so many stars into one clip Versatile, ich spriche Deutsch gut Heil Hitler, das ist mir auf ein Zug [Verse 2: JFKray] Yeah we tryna claim the game Every second and minute a hustle to bring fame We on the offensive we on the attack But the f**ing government all over our backs Standing up for nothing im a f**ing charon But that makes me noble when all it is barren? You want f**ing war well now its f**ing on Angelic beat apply heat and now we in mons Retreat and speak I hear your bars are weak 7 digits in seven days now you can critique To make that bread first need to get wheat I drop bombs and then flame the streets We're troops platoons for these tunes Rap legends around me like i have 3 moons Yeah we out in space But still do it big enough to fill this whole place [Verse 3: LaFlamesAdvocate] Obituaries,official warrants, ambulance and police are clearing The a-rea filtered,with dreams and guilt trips Welcome, through the toothcomb, of ghetto gospel Russian roullete,is you really ready to die for? The city lights,as we take you on a guide through The devils den, and every single sin we apply to Every teardrop or kid locked in sight of the drawns view Welcome to the life accostumed,to sunday services and costumes Burglar services, and tubes ,knitted to preachers,who elevate spirits to higher roofs Theres no more plot synopsis, cops and kids around the block Just jog and live a different (ball)park Kids are surrounded by,violence till the after hours Am i allowed to loud a mouth, or rap about a different thought Cause acting jiggy with it,in Paris with b**hes,liver damaged Diamonds flashing, eiffel tower crashing All the stories, over poured , with artificial banter Either pa** the blunt or tilt your canvas [Verse 4: CannonFire] Bars Bars I have none Ducks say quack quack when they float along Splish, splash, a goose flew past Rabbits run fast as they pa** through the long gra** [Verse 5: LetterToTheKing] Keep it pimping, keep it pimping Deep in here, get em limping Get the fire squad in and out the children My hoes and mixtape in the builing Stacking big paper, gates' CD's Nuts getting whisked with ease Please, seize upwards your pants Your pecans getting scanned Murkrow used foul play, youre getting scammed I'd murk d**hrow in ‘93 if it wasn't for the fans No, I'd murk Suge with a negative karma ball Before they fill me with sedative and harm a wall I only do math after respect has been granted I only start the verse with “i” when I feel hella average Wanna battlerhyme? Lets, but dont touch my cabbage Wanna intertwine? Yes, but flush the fetus. Savage [Verse 6: $tankyboy] Softer than a cabbage patch Growin' in a habitat a savage rat Stabbin' cats chokin' on his battle ax Cla**y? No, drastic, Elastic sarcastic In time from the Jura**ic Too neo cla**ic, yo, your tragic pa**ive, Non-scholastic a** Put on your gla**es, we move ma**es, these rapscallion raps Rep magic in the gra** Oh, orange and silver? While you forage in florence for an orange, once more ,what for?, life's boring so we throws her body in a foreign gorge Gorging more than George when he's curious about this stanza, Minefield in Seinfeld exploding like Costanza That's how we k** her, As I pilfer her silver Constructing battle raps faster than Bob the Builder, this Rigorous deliverance dispels the simplest of ignorance, fire so hot melt through dreams like I'm f**ing Icarus So stay back with the propaganda as a hindrance Only hacks push random slander, what a convenience in this instance, Interests have no limits as a distant remembrance Takes perseverance, That's brilliant, Influence b**h, sit down, thou muthaf**ing liest I am the highest righteous nicest stylist that gets arthritis when the pen hits Misguided by vengeance, decided to fight For Sin, Forcing, For-skin That depends on where the syringe hits with endorphins Choppin' heads from immortals morphing Quartz in succession Diamond emerald complexion, composition Wartz, when infection sets in Getting weaker, seeing patterns. geometric shaped atoms Creates matter, What's the matter?, Going madder? Head for the lights, Get right, no fight, put this in your pipe Life's like an empty pocket Police popes, and them politicians begging for a profit About me? I'm your Typical, Mythical, Fictional, Radical, Spiritual, Miracle, Lyrics, Infallible, Clinically cynical, s**ing heated needed chemicals Weak and conceited gnawing on your cuticles, weekend working broken beacons in a cubicle, rippin' Rancid ridicules, saluting pious generals, pa**ive piety is pitiful Generous giants jockin' genitive genitals grabbin' machine attackin' seminal minerals or scarin' and barrin' the buckin' criminals. like s**ing and f**in a h*mos**ual Only its hypothetical Accepting professional credible ethical medical questions on how to turn a fruit into a vegetable Spare some vodka, the soviets will rush in Putin putting pudding in his bu*t eluding To loose garbage in his muthaf**ing gut A metaphor for we don't give a f** I got at least a thousand more new rapping a**holes to rip This ain't boyz in the hood, this is, tales from the crypt, so Take another sip like you should Laser dot on the forehead means you Are done for good [Verse 7: NondescriptWhiteRapFan1] The guy before me wrote 100 lines LA Beast couldn't drink 100 limes Bill Cosby's guilty of 100 crimes Yeah I know I can't rap, you told me 100 times [Verse 8: NewWorldPreem] Barely even breathing, I'm a walking contradiction Peeping these other rapper's verses, they so often onto fiction Hoes copping compositions, for the dough, yo, I'm on a mission Splitting sh**, the fission of any actor that ain't apt to listen And when it happens keep complaining that it's raining- Bullets, bursting through the barrel, yo, the sh** is staining Bodies keep falling on the floor, f** it Keep following and it's a hollow when I'm firing Never heard the sirens, it's absurd, the shots keep flying in I never admired them, that's why I decided that they dying then [Verse 9: ChamKoopa] Yo, I have a dream that one day I'mma make it out of this “what is wrong?”- state f** all of this and get signed by Dre or Kanye Right now, I'm hungry as f**, so I come straight At everybody, who just wants fame, wants cake And eat it too, without work, pretend it's sunday I'm a perfectionist, making sure the drum's great Y'all just having no jobs, hoping it's gon' pay Like Triple giving bl**jobs just to get some mon-ey Tell that b**h to better not leave any cum stains Acting like I'm irrelevant, but I've come t' stay No more runnin away, cause my career's on a runway Taking off – soon I'll be at sun's height Started from the bottom, now I'm on some plane Ain't no turning back now, there's only one way And that's why I'm on a track called “One Train” [Verse 10: Casey Anthony] Crazier than n***as, I love it when the f** me And we can have a daughter just as long as she ain't ugly Otherwise I'll k** that b**h Better scratch me when I feel that itch (why?) Cause I'm Casey Anthony b**h Doin' my taxes at the f**in Amscot Someone should film me while I'm s**in all this co*k Cause it tastes so good Widely misunderstood I party every night, that's how we do it in the hood But I'm white b**h from the f**in suburbs If your kids are in sight better tell them to take cover Cause I got that duct tape and my motherf**in shovel I'm a dumba** c*nt wasting money on funds I don't have an addiction, I just do it for fun And the news always shows me some motherf**in hate They just jealous when they see my life and know they can't relate I'm a murderer on this track and in real life None of you f**bois are gangstas as long as I'm still alive How'd I make it off the hook? I promised the jury my p**y This ain't even my career and I'm already top 5 Should've thought twice before yall decided to overlook me [Verse 11: Shooter (Mister) Starz] Shooter Starz spaz and spits bars Like the world's never seen Been a feind You've been a hater 'fore Yonce had albino alligators Catch you later For hatin' or contemplating my downfall I'll always bounce back like roundball If life was a town you'd be the first floor To the townhall I'm so very Popular and educated I'd be all the churches and library Finna k** the game, but I write rhymes not obituaries It gets a little scary being at the top 'Cuz so many people wanna see you drop But Shooter so hard, BAM POW, oh wow I can add onomatopoeias to my rhymes with ease b**h please, You'll never be the world's greatest rapper That's me, if you hate me You could blow me slowly homie I get p**y that sounds like mixin' macaroni All my clothes would look stupid on ya The rap games's by my Side like Appolonia All the crap I told ya Bout being the best rapper of all time Is all true I told you Shooter got the illest mind Thats' why the throne'll soon be mine (Singing Off!) [Verse 12: Jimmy-the-Ray] I break these chains, disregard the growin' pains Here to dominate the whole game f** with me, you ain't going to be the first n***a I maim n***a this is my f**ing lane! Back! The! f**! Up! Steppin' up?, now that'd be a f**-up You better off, just complimenting and being a s**-up Like I'll k** you last This whole trip is a blast From the past Before i was tripping, Codeine slipping I'll get you served, but I ain't tipping Ain't nobody trusting you, you team flipping Rolling up, in your block in my mean whip an' Rolling one, I ain't backing out or folding up n***a step to me, I'll blow this f**ing whole building up [[Verse 13: BohemianComedian]] I got a big a** dick She got a big a** clit I told her I got clamidia (don't know how to f**ing spell) She said take me to the movies Instead I chopped off her b**bies She smelled spoiled milk I smelled boiled silk Uh. Bout to get hella rap fame Uh. Bout to get a rap name I think I'll called myself the n***a tho Cause I'm the n***a tho If your white you can't say n***a tho If your Asian you aren't really a n***a tho n***a tho Figaro f** tha opps