Safari - 1 Train (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: SVB] They spoonfeed us these four notions: They tell you to continue slow hoping and show devotion Even when you're heartbroken and your chest is ripped apart open, So I'll save you the nights of dark moping By speaking the part not spoken Question everything they tell you According to them we're all going to hell, dude Cus we're all sinners, within us only darkness We're all part this world that's so heartless But listen, there's a cry for help in all my criticism Everyone I pa** has only got menace in 'em But I'm trapped in a prison of cynicism Cus I lost faith in a God above The same time I lost faith in love But I'd hate to lose faith in myself next Vexed by this world I'm all that I got left Somebody save me: I'm 101 Dalmatians Where's my salvation? Where's my saviour? Where's my Saint Christ? I'm so sorry 'bout my behaviour man it ain't right [Verse 2: Caesar Reid] I'm a GI Joe, I'm up in action, man, fresh out the box But you should not expect I Fort the school of Hard Knox My mind is at a loss whilst I'm thinking at all costs And I'm thawing out my brain from it's rhyming virgin frost Missing lessons like this happens when you're searching for a sentence It's a risk that I'll take whilst I'm looking for my essence I Dont wanna deal in disses, I just wanna say I earned this My intentions endless like my parental dependence Looking out for my descendants while I'm in my adolescence And I juggle that with my university attendance I'm a modest guy my presence ain't a present But I'll do my best to woo you with my patience and my pleasance Had to overcome the fear of putting pen to paper And does this labour mean I have to fake a new behaviour? Heed the warnings of the kids before me, watch their falling and their glory, write my story, no conforming to the same old way of talking Ask the Senate I just heard they made a new decree I am Augustus looking like it's 31BC This track's my Tony and it's mine to defeat So please greet the arrival of the new age Caesar Reid [Verse 3: Sdottheghost] Got my cross to bear but my psyche raised me not to care Quit the f*gs but lips still sag My lungs still feel like litter bags envision that It still lingers on my fingers and my nostril hair From clouds that move across the air People offer hostile stares and gossip with a gospel flare I've been in the box with squares tryna make the circles turn Laying raps on tracks that fall like ashes fall on earth from urn Preferred to than work food, surf through These nerd zoos and curse you with bird flu I heard you concerned with the words that I blurt to Vulnerable minds, constable I'm at the front of line I'm hungry as the kind of c*nt that's inclined if you struggle to rhyme To let you huddle in the rubble behind I do perverted actions but I got the words to back them I'm Ian Curtis, I'm Curtis Mayfield, I'm Curtis Jackson I blurt distractions with the statements I make Maybe risk it take the biscuit fam I'm taking the cake [Verse 4: Shaewoo the Barbarian] Yo. I be that real OG bad boy, yeah boi, destroy When I'm in the place your poise be quick to change; it's like coins Your choice to get joint, disjoint When I'm on the mic: I bring joy, fill the void The game ain't been the same Since the days Damon and Jay and Kanye made Rocafella So I'm out to save the lost era Rockin' them shows at the Coachella To make the mozzarella mo' better Emcees should know better Can't k** this, real sh**, we built it On a foundation, we're a nation of pilgrims We are gorilla cus we peel whigs Feel the bliss when I spill ill sk**s They take pills like Codeine. Poetry is dope; they blow trees See the comparison flows be The reason they rap for but they don't reach Barely hit the backboard but I ball It's my court like Kobe Yup, ya know me: Original OG Expose foes like hoes strippin' their clothes There's no k**ing these bohemes, please [Verse 5: Tourke] The hammer flies down to smash the seed into the ground Bone dry scenery was easily crowned a waste town Look around, the only sound is the rattle of the snakes, Be proactive, slay that racket for your first meal in two days Factory plants radioactive with the sky used as their attic, All within the bad guy plans to store more greenhouse gases Burnt out cha**is of a rusty Audi crumbles as we pa** it Destroying dark mola**es, people mumble about the chances Ain't that sour, when the stem looks to climb up like a tower Devoured with no imported water it slaughtered the flower And if you cower in that hour you will die, Crispy brown leaves can barely face the sky, living in cacti shadows Spikes defense meant rest against the light, Right where the corpses of horses are left to die Make it right, it was two days since I started to hallucinate Rubbing limes in my eyes, and all I can taste is toothpaste, Look, wait! [Verse 6: Versatyl] Reflections in the water distorted by skimming stones Woken from my devotion by rocks that this kid is throwing My jotter holds hymns and poems, modern day Negro spirituals As the park bench becomes a throne, this is a regal citadel Former glory restored, like my mommas stories described Mighty warrior tribe, splendour and pride Fire flickers throwing embers in the sky As we remember our ancestors, that's the sentiment tonight Golden page marked by the penmanship of scribes I leaf over, suddenly I feel colder as a leaf blower's Cheap motor invades the dream, replacing scenes of Sacred themes, with its jaded screams, displacing me from My heavenly reverie, sending me back to the park bench I will treasure these memories Until they bury me, and I reside in the sky Besides these titans with pride [Verse 7: Bill the Butcher] More is lost in indecision than the wrong decision, So it's time the NAS got up and adjusted our position Cos we start sh** like a set of keys in the ignition As the Sky Falls alongside our Road to Perdition, When the butcher jumps on the mic Lyrical venom takes the spotlight, As I get the crowd hype, people feeling ready to fight Like they were Suge Knight, I'm a tiger poised to bite, I'm running things like Azfar, an emperor like Joshua, Make tracks like Versatyl, the real one no f**ing imposter (that makes sense) Cos this is a mic ma**acre, get ready to tremble Bend your knees and bow down to the temple Of my mind, as I align, rhyme after rhyme Bar after bar, off top most of the time, I was looking for Tourke (yeah) beef but all I found was horse meat (oh) A couple Molly's and a sh** load of morphine (d** are bad) Cos I'm rare like SVB (yeup) Leave you in dirt the size of a landfill We ain't gonna take sh**, the opposite of Charlie Sheen's nostrils (winning)