Token - Left Somethin’ lyrics
Token [Benjamin Goldberg]
[Token - Left Somethin’ lyrics]
Token goin' in
You can call the beat a slot machine
And knowin' it's Token
He'll probably win the lottery
Non-stop goin' in
There's no cock blocking me
Slaughterin' all of them my team
Hot box your coffin he's a fuckin' genius
Who the fuck disagrees?
I'm a beast I should be tied
Around a stump in a tree
Up on a leash, who's fuckin' with me?
I know rap like the back of my hand
It's just another knuckle to me
God forgive me, I use the beat
Rick Ross on the truth, forgive my sins
You're a simpleton, I'm intricate
You spit a tip, I split the shit
Don't mean piece sign when I chuck the deuce
I flip a shit bitch you feel, you get it
So sick I killed the medic
Before he could give me medication my
Yes it's glass motherfuckin' house
Fuck your life
And it's a prominent lullaby when
You come and try
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
If you like the sound of that, kill yourself
Or change yourself 'til you
No longer yourself i got the skill to make
Your favorite rapper shit themself
'Cause I'm back with the backpack pac
Put the axe and the hatchet
For you half-ass rap fags
Back to attack, slap your bitch
I stab and kidnap (Wow)
You're a kiss-ass, I'm a kickass
If you don't think that, it's fact, lick fat
Dizzack, wizzack (Hehe)
Bitch, you stupid sick, in the studio
You're full of shit, you got the sewer flow
Watch 'em call the police 'cause I rhyme rude
Homie, I'm sick of the pigs
I got the swan flu (Let's go)
But the pigs say I'm, that's pig latin
I'm sick makin' mixtapes so kids blast 'em
Battle me
You get raped like inmates who trip passin'
I put the dick straight and
Dictate when I spit acid
Imagine me quit rappin', you trip acid
My impact is gon' bring caskets
So get fastened forget your fabric
We cut from a different cloth you're soft
Your bars tender like a bartender
I'll give into chauffeur
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it
Get it like a hooker, broke exotic dancer
And you a sucker rapper like
What holds a Jolly Rancher
Huh, put my clothes up on
A hamper 'cause I'm dirty, you heard me?
I still don't got no manners, huh
'Cause I got everything in store like 7
11 with millions
And calories gettin' into everyone's children
You bet I be wreckin' to kill it
What you puttin' together is
Never the realest so I 9
11 whatever you buildin', bitch
Yeah, fuck your motherfucking clique
Fuck with my fuckin' clique
Suck a motherfucking monkey dick, bitch
I'm up in this like a dick in a slutty chick
'Cause I go right more
Than a radical Republican
So fuck the government
(Token for- Token for Pres')
It's going to spread like openin'
Legs when blowin' a les'
You know it's the best if you
See my name on it
This ain't costin' me no bank profit
But I can't stop it
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it
You can call the beat a slot machine
And knowin' it's Token
He'll probably win the lottery
Non-stop goin' in
There's no cock blocking me
Slaughterin' all of them my team
Hot box your coffin he's a fuckin' genius
Who the fuck disagrees?
I'm a beast I should be tied
Around a stump in a tree
Up on a leash, who's fuckin' with me?
I know rap like the back of my hand
It's just another knuckle to me
God forgive me, I use the beat
Rick Ross on the truth, forgive my sins
You're a simpleton, I'm intricate
You spit a tip, I split the shit
Don't mean piece sign when I chuck the deuce
I flip a shit bitch you feel, you get it
So sick I killed the medic
Before he could give me medication my
Yes it's glass motherfuckin' house
Fuck your life
And it's a prominent lullaby when
You come and try
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
If you like the sound of that, kill yourself
Or change yourself 'til you
No longer yourself i got the skill to make
Your favorite rapper shit themself
'Cause I'm back with the backpack pac
Put the axe and the hatchet
For you half-ass rap fags
Back to attack, slap your bitch
I stab and kidnap (Wow)
You're a kiss-ass, I'm a kickass
If you don't think that, it's fact, lick fat
Dizzack, wizzack (Hehe)
Bitch, you stupid sick, in the studio
You're full of shit, you got the sewer flow
Watch 'em call the police 'cause I rhyme rude
Homie, I'm sick of the pigs
I got the swan flu (Let's go)
But the pigs say I'm, that's pig latin
I'm sick makin' mixtapes so kids blast 'em
Battle me
You get raped like inmates who trip passin'
I put the dick straight and
Dictate when I spit acid
Imagine me quit rappin', you trip acid
My impact is gon' bring caskets
So get fastened forget your fabric
We cut from a different cloth you're soft
Your bars tender like a bartender
I'll give into chauffeur
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it
Get it like a hooker, broke exotic dancer
And you a sucker rapper like
What holds a Jolly Rancher
Huh, put my clothes up on
A hamper 'cause I'm dirty, you heard me?
I still don't got no manners, huh
'Cause I got everything in store like 7
11 with millions
And calories gettin' into everyone's children
You bet I be wreckin' to kill it
What you puttin' together is
Never the realest so I 9
11 whatever you buildin', bitch
Yeah, fuck your motherfucking clique
Fuck with my fuckin' clique
Suck a motherfucking monkey dick, bitch
I'm up in this like a dick in a slutty chick
'Cause I go right more
Than a radical Republican
So fuck the government
(Token for- Token for Pres')
It's going to spread like openin'
Legs when blowin' a les'
You know it's the best if you
See my name on it
This ain't costin' me no bank profit
But I can't stop it
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up
When you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba ba ba back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing
We don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin'
And comin' to get it let's get it