Back to the previous page

Artist: A$AP Rocky f/ Action Bronson, Big K.R.I.T, Danny Brown, Joey Bada$$, Kendrick Lamar, Yelawolf 
Album:  Long.Live.A$AP
Song:   1 Train
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[ASAP Rocky]
Uhh; feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready (BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW)
Send 'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinkin' 'bout, all the O's in my bank account (whaaat)
X the O's/hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (whaaat)
Ever since this new star fame came about
or, ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out (huh)
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
dee, probably sellin' D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws

[Kendrick Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
with a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like "Mmm-mmm"
Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold; I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K-9 drone
That ba-nana clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP - I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist
or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talkin' to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'nance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
but my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for real

When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
or that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
trouble to body double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
that they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin' again,
You in school at 10 - LATE; "Radioactive's" goin' gold
and so - GREAT; do I give a flyin' duck?
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a flyin' duck~!
Nothin' but a buckshot (CH-POW!)
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this, cold, since 2Pac was froze
and thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin (hell no)
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis (naw)
Bitch when I say this I mean this (mean this) "Ho, I'm the meanest" (meanest)
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, aw shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich posh shit
Hoes on some goth shit - STOP IT! YOU NOT THIS!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

[Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860 (skrrt)
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moonís reflection off the lake hit me
You should've stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth (uhh)
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse (uhh)
Red roses dropped from boxes very often (uhh)
Confetti torchin', drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton (uhh)
Outstandin'; I fixed the game 
between Georgia Southern and Grambling; you see us scramblin'
sellin' Susan Sarandon (Sarandon); the cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like fantastic, uh
You see me comin' through in each state (state)
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake (please)
Cuffed to my wrist Iíve got the briefcase (money)
The gavel slam, Iím a free man, try not to eat ham, yeah

[Big K.R.I.T]
Big KRIT, shawty..
Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, bottles I canít pronounce, like, ďHow you ask for that?Ē
"Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?"
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack; all I wanted was love
and all they had was dap; fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win 
is the aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, Iíve been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, Iím taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a, killer, Ď86er, nigga, thatís my born year
Get the fuck from Ďround here, thatís just my country ways
Suckin' on your mommaís titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippiní grain, fuckiní hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter {I'LL TAKE THAT SHIT UP WITH MY BASS}
I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin' the world end so they wonít have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why canít you?
In order to come up close, youíll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too (that wasn't no sample, nigga!)
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, poppin' Benji tags on your wifeyís ass (on yo wifey's ass!)
Thatís out of line, but +In Living Color+..
Iím more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers - a true artist