The Nalyd Ecitsuj Show - -1Train lyrics

[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] You've been warned, you've been torn, like a thorn from its branch Set apart from the rest, who is next, I'm the best, imma bless, every test, pa** a mic, give it light, preach the light to your life Introduce you to the rap game jesus CHRIST In the past you've been hurt, building hate, losing faith, feeling down, look around, hear the sound, listen close to the lyrical lost and the found Look kids a clown with a crown buried six hundred sixty six inches in the underground My synopopsis is to drown you in my accomplishmnents stuff them down your espophagus with more confidence A bar that is like my stomach it is motherf**ing bottomless The complete dominance only documents the harshessness of the hip hop hippotpotomus Who remains anonymous when im talking to this labtop it has consequence cause without nalyd this world would be full of idiotologists My consciousness is haunted by demonic voxes that speak constant masonic nonsense without my consent It might be a sign or an omen that i'm psychotic Or that i need god but seems like im already god its obvious dogma Might need to extinguish this track because your headphones are leaking molten mogma Nah ah that as a crock load of hogwash topped with a little dog sh** Quick switch to a different sterotypical topic This is getting a little heavy oops i might just drop it I see the big picture because my mind's telescopic I break rules and do as i please Impossible victory with rap i did the unexpested opposite expected of me Checkmate in monopoly score a touchdown in street hockey I could give a sh** what you think cuz i don't need your approval to allow me to go about being a one man army A little snarky don't start with me You're barking up the wrong tree this is my w-a-r-n-i-n-g I'm just a young and up-and-coming twitter bio rapper who's got nothing I'm huffin and puffin and crushin bitter denial rappers who are bluffin You're pushin and shovin but no need to rush or be roughing me up Unless i'm cuttin you up and just leavin your blood gushin up Yeah you think you're tough cause a snap back and your fat stack But it's not about the cash or even how much swag claim that you have Just stop braggin cuz you'll soon be a cadaver man pissing through a cathater man I gather my loyal female fans and there's nothin that I would rather have You never heard of me but for sure I can murder beats I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green I'm disturbing the peace got no courtesy Insert my N-A-L-Y-D Dick Into her vaginas verterbrae until I heard her scream "nalyd your hurtin me" It's safe to say that if you're listening I made your day Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades It's okay cuz the haters will soon just fade away And decay into the waste of gay MC's that play today Rapping's not a game but I'm pretty positive it is monopoly I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me And honestly go ahead and hate cuz you ain't ever stoppin me It's comedy to me that you rappers constantly ignoring me You are all just hesitant to see me as a prodigy People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling I expect a solemn apology from you very soon, audibly No other commodity can fock with me see, I'm no k-i-n-g But there is no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne Better watch the f**ing tone that you speak when I get in a zone I'm in a whole different league on my mothaf**in' own, it's just me and maybe Sebby Outside of us nobody has came close No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat I'm still hungry as f**, but can't even say bon appetit Cause I don't know what to eat first the f**ing microphone or the beat b**h, nobody's mind works like mine It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, stop b**hin it might simply not be your time Or you can't find time to rhyme so you need to find a diamond in a snowstorm Bout as hard as my pelvic horn when I'm alone in a p**nhub forum Can't take the heat get out the kitchen cause If I ever catch you slipping boy you done you missing If you keep talking sh** I'll bury you in 999 feet deep ditches You think im playing? yo I'm really really bout my business Yeah I ain't kidding, I go up on the mic after I get done sh**tin' and yu know when I start dissin you'll have a whole YouTube video to watch and listen But if you calling me out. You gone wish you didn't The Boy Nalyd E got sk**s yeah I'm the illest when there is an instrumental to k** This is the final scene I brought the lean meanwhile Seb brought the green Toke some, take one for the team Seb take the mic out my hand before I start to scream [AWWWWW] [Verse 2: Sebby] [?]