Nicky B - 1 Train lyrics

(Musick) Just a hard-nosed brown beard viking Your girl's Coke mini-soda a** ain't exciting A big joke, I don't even yearn for the sighting But green smoke, that'll have me turn for a lighting An urn for your micing, I'm never through wiping Whatever you plan to do with my new psyche My shirt is two-striping, jacket one Nike The chance I make a pa** upon your chick is none likely I think of puns nightly, never phased I got armor son, knightly, a sort of way With the phrases I might be the lord and savior To artists just like me, a white geek with tight beats And bright leads of teflon, despite we get slept on My type B won't hype me but fight me and you're dead, pawn Who's red dawn dims lightly until dead, gone With no life, hold tight, a k**er with my pen drawn (Papa Slam) Been a minute since I hit it got my k**ers me The dope crew rolling through with the trigger itchy Shots in the burner, I swear you've never heard her When she claps y'all better hide cause she's seeking out the Murderous rhyming the sick boys always staying on ice We tipping slow on the candy paint got codeine in the Sprite Drowned in a room full of pads, straight jacket because I'm mental Then the guys broke me out threw the beat, pad, and the pencil Now I'm dropping lines from left and right above the mediocrity Pandora's box was opened ain't no way somebody stopping me Astounded that the kid can spit, he's white he's got a polo shirt But f** it I'mma peel my scalp to show you how my brains at work I'll snap your neck then cash the check the works up in the nap sack We split the O's and when I'm done I look to where the a** at We the team, get the green, money, dolla, cream Never sleep because when I'm awake I'm finna live the dream (C-k**ah) On one train, shoot through your brain like Kurt Cobain Our lyrics spraying like guns, probably need a gun range Wild I think we're untamed, child you know I'm done playing Miles from my competitive flying away on one plane Hottest MCs on the spot I'm taking lessons from rappers like Biggie and Pac (Can you feel me?!) I know you here me, my voice is clear as crystal is Nicky, Susi, Greezy, k**ah now you're hard as pistols is I mastered the flow, I ma**acre every track with an axel It's game / set / match in your a** you ain't ready to go Ready to blow every single verse is a show Every verse is a black hearse sent back to d**h row, k**a Now tell me what you're gonna do next I'm grabbing the mic and then your girl and turn her into your ex I finish a rap and I pa** it to whoever is next This is one verse, just wait until you hear the rest (Greezy) I'm feeling blessed and I thank god cause I appreciate it I stay Plan B cause I'm f**in b**hes inebriated I think it's shady I'm the shadow that your chick is shading Just bring her to me dawg, especially if she's misbehaving Now I digress, only f**in if she's undressed From her sundress it's her guess if she wants to touch it be my guest Hey Sus, I came in here Jesus Like sick mus, I mean Musick, sh** I got some f**in screws loose I got 5 rappers here, so you can keep your Papoose I'll name them just because they're gods like almighty Bruce Greezy, Nicky, C k**ah, and Jeremy Susi We're flowing like the cumma coming out your b**hes coochi Let's play it back because I thought I heard some White Noise Papa Slam is k**in' Slattery slaughter you boys These are my dudes and I'll remind if you didn't know You f** with them you'll be a Bronco at the super bowl We got the watches, got the polo, yeah we got fame You're looking like a bum riding on that one train (Nicky B) Off the rails on one train, got sick thoughts, that's one brain Go click clack on this track like Nick back to blow a quick stack Eat a quick snack, get a tic tac, I'm the best and that's a quick fact She follow me into my room and you'll be lucky you get that b**h back Like “Oh sh**,” I am back, one train that's Amtrak One chain that's so cold, one below, my gun go (blanks) Cause I don't have one, train of thought: it's a mad one Sane I'm not, need a pad room, get brain a lot like I'm Brad Pitt Like I'm mad rich with a bad b**h, not average, do taxes Flick ashes on axis like Ca**ius skip my cla**es Got other rappers hanging in a motha f**ing noose I sit back and stuff a motha f**ing b**h caboose In the a** then relax, take a swig of goose Who set this crazy train on the loose?