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carter wil$on - runaway [1train] lyrics

thank god for my head full of insight
room full of incense, you don’t get no invite
my vibe feel like midnight
my rhythm gon’ revitalize the real fight

i’m powerful
i never fear em
i promise i never fear em

i still smell the cowardice in em
they scowl when they hear it
i know we supposed to drown in our feelings
but if my feelings are water then i’m poseidon in this b-tch
with a trident when i write it official

vision guided i’ma hit you right in the issue
treat my light like a missile
you about to find it within you

if you don’t know what i’m talking about the problem probably is you

propaganda visual, i wipe my eye with a tissue
can’t cooperate with coppers while they operating pistols
living in a bubble but we scared to pop the pimple
we gon’ face it eventually
evidence is that if i ever said some sh-t that’s relevant
the powers that control us probably be hesitant to send the message even though it’s simple
we all fall victim to the symbols and the roles
i got ten toes in this tempo
my brim low on my temple
you feeling it in your soul

i got one horse in this race and i cannot afford to fold

b-tch i know no master
turn that lady cop to a gogo dancer

she rather see my black -ss captive to counteract my imagination
ain’ t that so romantic
i won’t have it

14 i turned my rap hobby to a habit
told myself if i’ma do it right i’ma have to be the baddest at it
all these rappers outta balance i feel like they all about to fall off
young hobbit how i wonder with the magic
never squandering the madness i’m impartial when i lash out
pardon if i blast ya
harden when i p-ss em
carter with that p-ssion
ain’t no off-switch just onslaught of action

man i’m so constant wit this rap sh-t
i skip cl-ss write tracks when i’m absent
sipping out the bot only gl-ss is the ceiling
i don’t feel it when i smash it but i’m steady how i’m dealing

i wipe my brow with the realness
i got that power you feel it
the spirit of my city come alive when i spit it
riding around windows down when i’m whipping
my parents proud of my vision

i’m a brown skinned critic cynic n-gg- who wild with it
i’m wowing em while i’m lounging

fullcourt with that pressure when i’m pouncing
pull up with that nantucket nectar to douse em
my doja like bowser breath
i got a ounce like the sound of jets
amerikkka still around my neck like a fancy tie on my family tree
people gimme crazy eye when i call myself king
baby that just mean i’m healthy
blowing my smoke in the air ’til i feel h-ll freeze
i stay on my gr-ss like nfl dreams
guilt free i ain’t ever playing
i been dedicated
i been devastated
i ain’t like the rest of the slaves i’m over-educated
sorta faded, sober never i ignore the neighbors
extra motivated by the story makers they be hating every day
treat my d-ck like a weathervane and blow it like i’m h-lla famous
celebrate the better things cuz it ain’t never changing
the world is very dangerous
we vulnerable to violence and we glorify the fire and the riots
it remind us all of hollywood
sodom and gomorra, i know you gotta look

you probably shook
you the audience
i do this sh-t without a hook

i’ma motherf-cking cellphone connected to the essence like velcro
smoking on a elbow roll no barrel
feeling like pharaoh this is perilous i’m paranoid of perishing
terrorism ain’t the only problem that can tear us up
all these arrogant americans are married to the very ideology that’s stopping any kind of progress
cuz we ain’t honest with ourselves
they manipulate the way that we identify until the self becomes a cell that they can sell
play it back ’til it’s braille
matter fact black isn’t really real

it’s a concept of control
make you feel like you something they value low
she say carter how you know
i say girl i know you know i’m valuable like i’m gold
cuz you want a n-gg- back when i’m gone
this the part of the track when i get to grabbing on my b-lls
i’m just babbling god
d-mn what happened to yall
i let gravity plot but i ain’t planning to fall
and if i do hit that wall you better pray for that wall
the 1 train is my wall
i let my mind run away and i escape from it all
i don’t go out for nothing i just stay and record
feeling like i’m naked when i get to making this noise
cuz my statement is pure
so what the f-ck this f-cked up world still taking me for
tell anybody in my way that i’m ready for war
420 on the dot

two penny for my thought
i’m on that medessential pot on that residential block
i’ma go so hard that the president’ll watch
rich man, rich man come up off that bento box

promise i been plotting on your spot
politicians lying i got problems with the pride
and we rowdy how we ride
i’m bigheaded i’m just minding my business
i’m a bonafide busy body
i’ma liquify the limit
motherf-ck the way you feel about me

i been astounding and i’m still astounding
now i’m iller sounding
they milling round now it’s lit like a million watts
speak now if you really not pillow soft
i know a lot of yall prolly wanna sit and watch
prime time man yall can’t get enough
oh sh-t real life isn’t fun
i got a whole lotta problems roll em in a blunt
oh yea yea roll em all in blunt
1-9-9-4 dope and i’m young
and i’m wise and i’m high and i might be the plug
i do the most like the pisces in love
you’re a knife in a fight with a gun when i’m right you might wanna run

i’m a nightmare n-gg- dreaming bigger than a giant
8th grade when got expelled for defiance
can’t you tell what that did to my psyche
look around the office ain’t n-body look like me

oh sh-t i could write a book about it
what it mean be the only colored one
i never been excited by the feeling like i always gotta go a lil bit harder for reasons outta my control
but i’m still going
and i’m still pr-ne to that same sh-t
body language never entertaining conversation
tearing up them papers for the voter registration
they be throwing shade and i be going crazy

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