Solo X La Gang

Gran Turismo

John Coltrane

Yeah
Late platform
One mic

One traveler, one bag, night train
Eyes scan the room, no games
No crew talk, just bars and facts
I move solo, never crack
One traveler, one bag, same lane
Chopped beat hit with cold aim
I don’t float, I step exact
Every line land hard like that

One traveler pacing concrete edge
Bag hold verses I never beg
Windows flash past old days
Still upright, still sharp, still paid
No crowd lift, no fake ties
Just breath control and focused eyes
Two lights flick past the glass
I don’t chase luck, I make it last
Time crawl slow when the drums hit dry
Dust in the loop, truth nearby
I rise early while others stall
Same cold bench, I stand tall
No borrowed tone, no second guess
Each sentence cut to address
One lane carved with pressure marks
I don’t miss steps, I leave scars

One traveler, one bag, night train
Eyes scan the room, no games
No crew talk, just bars and facts
I move solo, never crack
One traveler, one bag, same lane
Chopped beat hit with cold aim
I don’t float, I step exact
Every line land hard like that

Silent faces circle the space
They talk heavy till the sample break
I been quiet stacking weight
Now the room feel shift in place
No mask tricks, no loud flex
Just steady breath and context
You hear noise, I hear count
Every second skill amount
Bag stay light, mind stay dense
Every bar built for consequence
No hype shield, no borrowed shine
I hold ground on my own design
If you front, you get revealed
Boom bap test what’s really real
No rush talk, no fast fame
I apply force through phrased pain

One traveler, one bag, night train
Eyes scan the room, no games
No crew talk, just bars and facts
I move solo, never crack
One traveler, one bag, same lane
Chopped beat hit with cold aim
I don’t float, I step exact
Every line land hard like that

Late hour, platform thin
Still sharp where I step in
No escort, no safety rail
Just pen work that never fail
I don’t brag, I demonstrate
You hear threat in how I state
Every pause measured tight
Every word placed to bite
One traveler don’t mean weak
It mean fewer ways to leak
I don’t split credit or blame
I own loss, I own gain

Bag down when the night close
Still stand when the lights go
If you test, you get shown
Skill talk loud on its own

One traveler
One bag
Still here

One traveler, one bag, night train
Eyes scan the room, no games
No crew talk, just bars and facts
I move solo, never crack
One traveler, one bag, same lane
Chopped beat hit with cold aim
I don’t float, I step exact
Every line land hard like that


John Coltrane

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