Lyrical Breakdown of 1 Train - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1 Train" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "1 Train" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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Feelin like a vigilante or a missionary Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready Send em to the cemetery with obituaries Dont be scared, nigga, is you ready? I been thinkin bout, all the Os in my bank account Extra Os in my bed, round the same amount Ever since this new star fame came about Or, even since me and Drizzy started hangin out Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transitioned to a Lamborghini from a Mustang Drug slang, in the drug game, with the hustling (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train Bag made at Goyard, cheffing like Im Boyar Dee Probably sellin D and in your local courtyard Braids like Im O-Dog, a la familia: go hard, Down to my in-laws, they outlaws with no law We outlaw, then I bogart, any bozack, I approach that When a toe-tag get broke off in the projects with a skateboard I roll past and I blaze yall like DOOT! DOOT! I hate yall When the beef cooked, I ate yall, like MMM MMM lets play ball In a ball park with all sharks and a blindfold I rob cold My K hot, your nine cold, it bark like canines, throwin That banana clip, straight from the rip Ill make that shirt stay ripped, Im on some shit If Im not the hottest then Hell mustve froze over You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was I carry traits of a traumatized soldier Dont look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya Spine right out of place, give me dap like you supposed ta Rocks at your posters Drop nice like this, I metamorph like Im supposed ta I might slice my wrists or pretend like a vulture And jump off this cliff Barely even conscious, talkin to my conscience Gettin deeper and these flows like conches Im on my convict, dont drop bars, I drop prisons Dont sell rocks! Seen the spectrum through the prisms Somehow bypassed the bias in the The violence and the killings, so give in They see my pigment, and yo that was the ignance Unfortunately, I am not that type of nigglet But pass the pot let me skillet Just got back to the block from a 6 oclock with Jigga And Im thinkin bout signing to the Roc But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks And I swear it hurt me, so I try to prevail But when I preach it only hurt their sales Like youre only gon end up either dead or in jail But you my nigga Wish you the best, for real When you mention my name amongst other white rappers Or for that matter, any fucking rapper Fuck it, painter, skater, musician, trailer park Dirt ditch digging, burger flipping, eat, sleep shittin human being You would be in trouble to buy double a cup of me To these others, cause comparatively speaking My reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in My visions beyond the Hubbles, I huddle with Nubians You beginning again you in school at 10, late Radioactives going gold And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck if Im applying love to my rhyming, Plus aligning us? Alabamas climbing up, wait, no I dont give a flying duck Nothin but a buckshot Chick POW! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot Aint never been a rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show Yelawolf Weed a different color like a hoodrats bra and panties And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries And see guys, Im high like Michael Jacksons penny loafers Moonwalkin on the sun, barefoot, with shades on The bitch pussy smell like a penguin, Wouldnt hit that shit with my worst enemys penis Bitch, when I say this I mean this: Hoe, Im the meanest Dick so big stretch from Earth to Venus That molly got me nauseous, Im shittin out monsters Lawless, obnoxious, on that suck my cock shit That is my synopsis, ostrich plot shit Hoes on some got shit Stop it! You not this! Not this, regardless, heartless and awkward Cryin tears of vodka, premadonna at the concert A goner smokin chronic bout to vomit gin and toinc Trust me, Im honest, tell me: Isnt that ironic? Swiftly, I shift the beamer 8-60 A heavy smoker so you know I brought the blake with me The moons reflection off the lake hit me You should have stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with me The face is silky like a tablecloth My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse Red roses drop from boxes very often Confetti tossing, drinking Henny like Im Kenny Lofton Outstanding I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon The cloud of smoke like the Phantom Damn this shit taste like fantastic You see me coming through in each state Just so the lord can put the fork inside the cheesecake Cuffed to my wrist I got the briefcase Gabble slam, Im a free man, try not to eat ham Spit like my last breath, casket wrapped, six deep Eyes closed, the black is back, out cold, the legs went flat After that, bottles I cant pronounce, like how you ask for that? Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap when all they had was wack All I wanted was love, all they had was dap Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes A championship wins the aftermath Ask Lebron, open palm slap a bitch Walk the the plank, Ill break a bank Ive been in the business of sinkin ships Choking niggas out with the anchors they they anchored with Resuscitations cost the label, Im taxin if you want a hit Clear fuck your career bitch, I was born here Been a killer, eighty-sixer, nigga thats my born year Get the fuck from round here thats just my country ways Suckin on your mamas titty, bitchin while I was choppin blades Grippin grain, fuckin hoes, candy paint like everglades Miss me with that rapper, child, Ill take that shit up with my base I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me? Most rappers hopin the world end So they wont have to drop another album B.B. Kings all the king in me so why cant you? In order to come up close youll have to dig up cash and Elvis too The way they water flow, Dixie River Pass Fuck your Louis flag, poppin Benjie tags on your wifeys ass Thats out of line, but in living color I m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers A true artist