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letra de 1 train (remix) - jackson swavé

[verse 1: troubadour]
so eloquent, fine wine flowing in disguise
her cries intoxicated with the pain of her life
so nah, i ain’t even worried ain’t mandatory my story
starts with a slum still ends with the glory
euphoria was written for me, glorious highs over worries
adore me you will, the industry though its blurry
catch that 20/20 hindsight and clear it up for me
you know my goals ain’t nothing rappers could bury
hurry, put the guns back, backpacks is strapped
packed back with back glances pop goes the cap
moon dances, i prance its, a spectacular view
until it parts here comes the dark its a midnight pursuit
of truth, oblivious to you really just a million fools
my people dying y’all ouchere acting silly with booze?
but can’t you feel it? the tension, ain’t got nothin to lose
s on my chest, overheads, kent do it like troub

[verse 3: raz law]
trynna make it big but we ain’t got enough buzz yet
them bees still sleeping time to liven up the context
trippin off the molly, i ain’t trippin off my mindset
jumping off the roof screaming yolo with the troops
i’m a neat freak
cleaning up the game, street sweep
fear me, leave yo knees weak
when this king speak
the partners that i came with
the ones i’ll take the game with
take aim quick
and leave you motherf-ckers brainless
my game stainless still they wanna ask me
why i’m trynna make it so i tell em bout my past these
n-ggas wanna show guns you know how the gatz be
old sport, you ain’t on my level if you ask me
ain’t no sense in trynna throw me off the scent
bashful bloodhounds 218 time to represent
my chick bad as h-ll but you can tell
that shorty heaven sent
i see jealous men
since i hit the mic they been malevolent

[verse 4: corty b]
said i was through with remixes, but just couldn’t p-ss it up
put me on your song and i promise you’ll be mad as f-ck
cuz i renegade, you little n-ggas been afraid
acting minute maid, so your girl let me penetrate
3 stripe n-gga, no j’s on my feet
see them n-ggas only buy em, to lay with the freaks
corty b don’t gotta buy em, to lay with the freaks
cuz i play with the p-ssy like i play with the beat
that mean i go hard, walk in that b-tch with no broad
give that look to yo squad, you mug back, i leave that b-tch with yo broad
oh lawd! that’s chi-town pimpin’ in my blood
red and blue hi-tops like i’m crippin’ with the bloods
but no gang affiliation, not really the thug type
more the xbox, get drunk, smoke bud type
easily to l-st, same time never trust type
give me any beat and i can show you how to crust, it’s flightcrew!

[verse 5: emperoraguila]
underrated, i’m creative, your persuaded to start hating
on me, yet i’m balling like kareem in milwaukee, chopping
brewing and stewing up some beautiful raps, a suitable snack
i’m jeremy lin, i’m apparently terribly dim, stop me bobby
“aguila’s raps aren’t even deep and meaningful!”, hear me out
my wordplay’s hidden, the word’s i’ve written have certain meanings, b-tch
-n-lyze my rhyme schemes, anatomize the timing of my
rhyming bruh, rising up, wyling hard, flying so high
the eagle’s about to come in for the k!ll, hunting for some meals
at the tip top of the hip-hop mountain, rip-offs sound lame
they’re so mundane in a tough game, i’m up and coming and so real
nah, not really, but that 1 train is shunning me and my new-found fame
painting with pens, flows and pads, making victims so d-mn mad
soy un musician bueno, tengo un leon legacy
shoutout to isaiah, chop, cruz, femi, d’shon, xx/\/\e
nikova, trauma, gonser, d-code haven’t seen the best of me yet

[verse 6: d’shon]
departure from this station
destination a place of comfort
gazing out the window
the thoughts flood the pencil
this car is empty, alone in my dimension
now all i ever do is day dream, its hard to break out of the prison
that i forged with my mind that’s always under lock down
its my turn with the dice of life and i’m unlucky with them
eve caught the snake eyes
rules i don’t play by
i’m in to win it until he’s gone or the day i die
death is wherever the wind blows
this isn’t the happening, but its happening them demons invisible
they attacking innocents
they gone have to cut off my tongue like imhotep
to keep me from talking against their sh-t
a mile out from the next station, when it stops its all over
i won’t ever be derailed, pray to the controller
on the track, to fall off and never come back
coming to a stop, and now its our time to attack

[outro: troubadour]
hungry, spitting like ain’t nothing on our plate
dinner date late, so ain’t n0body ate
prolly took that one train, on the way to your fate
greatness on our mind so we do it and skate, n-gga
this that one train

- jackson swave

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