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conscience (san antonio) – train of thought lyrics

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[verse: conscience]

now let me take you for a ride in my train of thought
one time for your mind, ’cause my brain is lost
i’m insane when i rhyme, lines razor-sharp
so stay away from the mic, or i’ll fillet you, dawg

nowadays, rappers say the same things in songs
“gold chains, weed ablaze, chase babes, and cars”
do your thing, but i can’t relate to y’all
’cause i only chase broads with serrated saws

and only thing i’ll set ablaze is your grandma
and use a chain to restrain the dame to the d-mn wall
and i drive a white van with a mask on
in that case, i do relate to your stupid–ss song

i’m not one to take a nap on; keep your lamp on
or i’ll sneak in through your backyard into your pad, dawg
k!ll your mom, sister, dad, all y’all and your d-mn dog
better build a rampart if you don’t listen to my rap songs

let’s be honest, my bars are the bomb, man
got feds watching the sh-t that i spit
thinking my mind is connected to isis
but i’ll stand behind my bars like i’m already a convict

so when you hear my voice
turn it up, i deliver like a pizza boy
i’m authentic, i’m the motherf-cking real mccoy
put my sh-t on repeat, and keep repeating like marina joyce

just take notice that i’m making motions
like a train, but with way more loco motives
rose up from a broken home with
no one but my chode and lotion

i’ll take the mic you’re holding
from right under your nose, man
and set alight the whole d-mn crowd below me
cause my flows explosive

you know the kid who used to write poems
at school, in cl-ss, who couldn’t focus
and a heart so cold, it grew frozen
had a gift that no one had noticed

cause n0body seemed to know him
and every word he said was unspoken
they were written in a notepad
but now you hear it through your headphone jack

and now, people wanna say they know me
oh, now foes wanna claim we’re homies
now you stuck-up b-tches wanna bone me
“bros” turned phony, hoes just h-rny

it’s funny, things changed when i started rhyming
chicks doing what i say, but my name ain’t even simon
step into the game, make a motherf-cker time out
if you tryna play with me, better put the time in

what is there to say, i like runnin my mouth
i’ma put a couple miles in
man, if i were you, i’d lock my child up, confined in solitude
’cause i’ll light the kid on fire and invite you to the barbecue

you better listen now, motherf-ckers, or i promise you
you’re gonna come to find he’s on the news or on a noose
if he jamming to my music, i’ll give him bad habits
i’m a bad influence

simple b-tch-slapping, open fire on a school sh-t
when it comes to rapping, possibilities are numerous
i raise the motherf-cking bar along with h-ll, so, don’t step to me, rook

i’m leaving rappers impaled with my deadly hooks
desiigner, uzi, meek mill be especially shook!
’cause xxl just a recipe book

- conscience san antonio lyrics

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