Token - Youtube Rapper (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Token - Youtube Rapper (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
When I was younger, I didn't
know what to do with myself
Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself
Started focusing on the mission
more than spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was
the one to kill everybody else
And I'm not violent, I just need
to be protected now (Yeah)
My boy just got himself a little
pistol, he might shoot it at ya
Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick
and put in my put-put pattern
Too much chatter but I get way too
much pussy to be a youtube rapper
Shoot you actors, rap with a way
Who loot captures with
a Jim crew master
Doo-doo blast your rock with the K
Ku-Ku clappers from a Soo Woo chapter
Too many hate it when I do it,
should I nuke you bastards
Or, should I go and get a motor
count, Dooku slasher
Kill you faster
Who'd you rather go against
I control the web like
a computer hacker
I been abusing rappers since animal
crackers and chutes and ladders
Put 'em in a comatose and I'm going ghost
feel like I'm cool with Casper
Torture everybody put 'em in a group
on camera like it's a ooVoo gather
Why they gotta choose me
to try hoop to Mathers
Guess I'm the truth and I boost
to Zeus, who's gassin'
But Buku flashers on social media
sell jail truth backwards
Fuck your boots loose with
a deuce shoots smasher
I'm solid
I'm just a mollusk
Please tell the pilot
I switch the climate
I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees
it's like I'm switching college
But ain't no need for school
if guns can teach you
trigonomics (buck-buck)
Curb stomp the only way
I'm kicking knowledge
I don't preach
Ladies say I love you when
you sorta poppin'
You take them for the word and then
they take you for your wallet
How many syllables can he fit within
the second with no content
Use your own logic
No comment
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand on the button still,
don't know why I'm runnin'
But I'm runnin' still
Jesus lord, relieve me more of stress
I need some more revenge
Distort your neck and forge a stretch
Like prehistoric Rex
Don't ask me to be your guest feature
More or less, your new song a foreplay
like a tease before the sex
You need some more success
I'm still a teen of course
I need endorsement checks
(Tech?)
(What up?)
I heard you made the Forbes
I need you for some bread and I don't
treat my girls like queens
I treat them more like kings in chess
I keep the horse in check
I feel like Jesus when you
leave me bored to death
I don't know why anybody wanna come
and get it from Dante (Dante)
That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius,
pop like your Pompeii (hot)
Calling me coward, I am coming as
crazy calamitous Kanye (woah)
Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get
the grownup going grande
Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef
With their paws on the faja,
bah-bah, black sheep
Nigga that's weak, fucking
raw in the car backseats
When they take raw raw rap-
sheets, haha, cat's keep
Crack peeps, pipes, pips,
and I'm glad it's night
Gramatic geist, get status wiped
Coming against me is bad advice
You don't wanna lay up in
the poison predicament
Gonna wage us in a sort of maleficient
don't understate us
I'm the opposite, people
say I'm a, dios (wait)
I been on my Rambo, killing
'em off with my camo
And I be coming equipped with the ammo
Pulling 'em out of the bando
Never your rhyming no can handle
No more violence from your semble
And a big Silence of the Lamb-o
I bring silence from the pan or
whenever my mic' is handled
Ain't no match you can't
light the candle
Whatever kind, I'm the prime example
Talking about me, be slightly careful
Comin' to my city is quite the gamble
Better hope that your
flight is cancelled
Make you scream 'cause
I like the sample
Wait!
This man though, dismantle
Put your head on this mantle
I CBS in your channel
Get outshined by my shadow
I don't battle
I do not pretend, don't even rap
like this if I'm not with Tech
Tech I got your back
A back architect, the way I built
this shit from the Youtube kid
I'm done
But I'm-
Go!
One, two, tree, four, five,
six, seven, eight
Look at all that hate I generate
I don't feel apart from featherweights
Maybe try when you interrogate
Oh you fucked that cup up everyday
Oh you drink that cup up everyday
Got me thinkin' hold up anyways
What the fuck you got to celebrate
How many losses do you tend to take
Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
That's so sad but I got a better state
Cry me river like the Everglades
I might swim that shit
bitch and get away
I got the whole world to penetrate
No more user prop
Goodbye
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