Token - Still No Sucka MCs (Pickman Park) lyrics
Token [Benjamin Goldberg]
[Token - Still No Sucka MCs Pickman Park lyrics]
Shyea! I told you this shit was easy, man
I want silence for this one shh, aight
Every beat that is given to me
I flip on like an acrobat
'cause I'm mad when I'm told
That a whack ass rapper's stacking the dough
When his Cadillac is passing my road
I'll smash that glass wit' a hatchet I hold
You get asthma attack when
You're jacking my flow
This black-on-black so fashionable
Every rap is crack, got that for the low
"Man, I'm tired of this kid
He doesn't even have bars
He can just rap fast" he he he, yo
Who are you kidding? The future you witnessed
The fruit's of my labor are
Food for the village, no room for assistance
They say the body is the temple
I body musical gimmicks
So that's my newest religion
Confusing the thinking of Jews
And the Christians
No lunatic can just assume my position
No lucrative business can ruin my vision
What I institute's on YouTube in an instant
When I'm introduced
I chuck the deuce to your interests
(Let's go)
Fuck your opinion, I got homework and stuff
My physics teacher is a babe
I gotta get that shit over and done
See it in your eyes
You rappers nervous when Token'll come
Hands so sweaty
They can't even hold any grudge
(They don't give a damn)
Middle finger to anyone trying to control me
My team isn't big, but
We handling everything
People around me can see I'm a business man
But I don't rock a suit with a tie
I keep it minimal only suspender I know is
My middle school principal
Forming these syllables sort of a ritual
You're more normal and
Typical than brainstorms
Formed by Jersey Shore's whores
With poor morals and principles
I adore gore, therefore
Absorb more horrorcore war than
Corporals and generals (Wow)
They just know I'm focused
Ironic, how my train of
Thought has loco-motives (Oh shit)
If that's over your head
Then hold the phone, kid
I've got them yelling
("Holy smokes!") like Catholics at
The Vatican when
The pope is chosen (Woah! Shh woah)
I do it with ease
But I've been working my ass off since
I was new in my teens
And to anybody who say I'm
Only buzzing 'cause I'm young
You're just mad that you're an adult and
You still can't do it like me
I see the jealousy up in you
Look at your hate in the comments
I see the low self-esteem up in you
I see you making like any comparison
Barely with evidence
Sneaking around like you really
Ain't dissing me
But I see the enemy up in you
Then I realized
Gangsters used to move ounces
And reach for burners
Now gangsters only move mouses
And reach for cursors
(Naw, they ain't worth it)
All around your studio I'll be lurking
Waiting for you to slip so
I can close a curtain
You the Bible to atheists
You the rifle to pacifists
I went viral on accident
Wait 'til I do it on purpose man, it's Token
I want silence for this one shh, aight
Every beat that is given to me
I flip on like an acrobat
'cause I'm mad when I'm told
That a whack ass rapper's stacking the dough
When his Cadillac is passing my road
I'll smash that glass wit' a hatchet I hold
You get asthma attack when
You're jacking my flow
This black-on-black so fashionable
Every rap is crack, got that for the low
"Man, I'm tired of this kid
He doesn't even have bars
He can just rap fast" he he he, yo
Who are you kidding? The future you witnessed
The fruit's of my labor are
Food for the village, no room for assistance
They say the body is the temple
I body musical gimmicks
So that's my newest religion
Confusing the thinking of Jews
And the Christians
No lunatic can just assume my position
No lucrative business can ruin my vision
What I institute's on YouTube in an instant
When I'm introduced
I chuck the deuce to your interests
(Let's go)
Fuck your opinion, I got homework and stuff
My physics teacher is a babe
I gotta get that shit over and done
See it in your eyes
You rappers nervous when Token'll come
Hands so sweaty
They can't even hold any grudge
(They don't give a damn)
Middle finger to anyone trying to control me
My team isn't big, but
We handling everything
People around me can see I'm a business man
But I don't rock a suit with a tie
I keep it minimal only suspender I know is
My middle school principal
Forming these syllables sort of a ritual
You're more normal and
Typical than brainstorms
Formed by Jersey Shore's whores
With poor morals and principles
I adore gore, therefore
Absorb more horrorcore war than
Corporals and generals (Wow)
They just know I'm focused
Ironic, how my train of
Thought has loco-motives (Oh shit)
If that's over your head
Then hold the phone, kid
I've got them yelling
("Holy smokes!") like Catholics at
The Vatican when
The pope is chosen (Woah! Shh woah)
I do it with ease
But I've been working my ass off since
I was new in my teens
And to anybody who say I'm
Only buzzing 'cause I'm young
You're just mad that you're an adult and
You still can't do it like me
I see the jealousy up in you
Look at your hate in the comments
I see the low self-esteem up in you
I see you making like any comparison
Barely with evidence
Sneaking around like you really
Ain't dissing me
But I see the enemy up in you
Then I realized
Gangsters used to move ounces
And reach for burners
Now gangsters only move mouses
And reach for cursors
(Naw, they ain't worth it)
All around your studio I'll be lurking
Waiting for you to slip so
I can close a curtain
You the Bible to atheists
You the rifle to pacifists
I went viral on accident
Wait 'til I do it on purpose man, it's Token