[Lyric] Runaway Train of Thought (El Sancho (ontario))

(Verse 1)
Follow me on this runaway train of thought
Let's play a game I taught the world called "Insane or Not?"
Proceed with caution like a sniper trying to aim a shot
You can either get your mind blown or leave your brain to rot
I'm peeping out the scenery, it sure has changed a lot
Can't afford a damn thing at any of my favorite spots
So here goes my latest plot - blend into the crowd and break away to rob the whole damn casino while they play the slots
Some MCs, they particularly savor props
They don't hear 'em every day cause they'rе some major flops
Speaking in tongues, can't gеt what they say across
Plus they're shooting from the hip, too afraid to hop
And I'll be damned if some overrated twats
Grab music by the naked crotch, go to town and make us watch
I do the unexpected, riding on a wave of shock
Motherfuckers swarm me after shows yelling "Way to rock!"
All in a day's work, even if it's hardly working
Got a few scores to settle but I ain't a salty person
Attack the track with the hunger of a starving urchin
Some people call it poetry, some people call it chirping
Never a moment alone, such is the artist's burden
You're all the first in the know any time my heart is hurting
But what I call emergencies are considered far from urgent
Till I start to swerving and causing a small disturbance
Am I a temperamental child with a pen?
Maybe so, but I won't go down as a liar in the end
Usually you'll find me chilling like a lion in its den
But I can't help feeling the call of the wild now and then
It's hard to follow me, one minute overjoyed
Next minute, knock you out as if I was an opioid
Check your head, nothing left but an open void
Got to get up earlier than that to get the GOAT destroyed
I've seen it all from Soundcloud to Soulja Boy
My story almost ended in a yard of broken toys
Left 'em in cold turkey, shaking like tambourines
As I got set to bounce back without a trampoline
This time I think I'm gonna shoot for the moon
With just a little bit of luck I'll be on Jupiter soon
And all those who wrote me off as a stupid buffoon
I'm at the mountaintop, dropping lemon juice in your wounds
I kick MCs while they're down till they hit rock bottom
A drinking musician with a hip hop problem
And I ain't even trying to control or regulate it
Overdosing on this rap shit, overdedicated
Heavyweight division contender on any track
Never fold under pressure whenever pretenders crack
Then it's so many rappers left totaled and hopeless
That I'm running out of places to dispose of the corpses
All you can do now is walk on and swallow silence
The road ahead is paved with bodies of fallen giants
I start a riot when they tell me "keep it small and quiet"
But never crash and burn until I run on autopilot
It's the black sheep cousin of the Borrowers
Guaranteed to get things buzzing at the coroner's
You know the deal, till it's over it ain't over
I'm coming at you like a pack of cobras with flamethrowers
Like it or not, I'm number one with a drone strike
I'm humbling the mumbling, it's something I don't like
It's stumbling and crumbling from under this iron fist
You fumbled every run-through, you blundering scientists
I'm undertaking a mission to bury this experiment
And pitch it in a narrow ditch, I don't really care which
Show a little love, better yet, show a burning hunk
Going to war on drugs, call me Colonel Krunk
It ain't easy, they got elements of mass destruction
Speeding up the fast reduction of your cash to nothing
Ain't even half-bluffing, but I'm about to wrap it up
And light a cigar like Bill Clinton after fucking
Wack MCs stay choking, turning light purple
Maybe they would live longer if they liked turtles
It's obstacle time, I'm leaping over spiked hurdles
Diving through rings of fire with some tight circles
All in the name of hip-hop, my chosen art
They wonder how the fire burns in this frozen heart
I don't know, it's just a mystery of life
Been in waiting, I'm taking over officially tonight
I ain't got no yes men, I ain't got no Mac Mittens
But I got Jimmy Vegas on speaker, and that's bitching
He'll put me in check if I should ever act different
And pour the gasoline out to get the match stricken
I ain't the one to catch slipping at any given time
You want a piece of this life, better get in line
They're single filed up at each and every known corner
Giving out nothing but no mercy and no quarter
It ain't a battle to obliterate an ego
I'm on a roll like I hit a rhythm playing cee-lo
So get up out the way if you're snake-eye rolling
I never play the background, it ain't my moment
I love this game and I'll display it in public
This is who I am, you can take it or chuck it