C - Lance - Still No s**a Mcs (Pickman Park) lyrics

[Intro] Shyea! I told you this sh** was easy man! I want a sounder for this one Shh... Aight [Verse 1] Every beat that is given to me I flip on like an acrobat Cause I'm mad when I'm told that a whack a** rapper's stacking the dough when his Cadillac is pa**ing my road I'll smash that gla** with a hatchet and 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 [Interlude] Man, im tired of this kid, he doesnt even have bars He can just rap fast, yo [Verse 2] Who are you kidding the future you winning the fruits of my labor are food for the village No room for resistance They say the body is the temple I body musical gimmicks so that's my newest religion confusing them thinking of choosing a Christian So lunatic can just a**ume my position no lucrative business can ruin my vision What I institutes on Youtube gets views in an instant When I introduce I chuck the deuce to your interests f** your opinion, I got homework and stuff My physics teacher is a babe, I gotta get that sh** over and done See it in your eyes you rappers nervous when token will come Hands so sweaty they can't even hold any grudge (I dont 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, the 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 who*es with poor morals and principles I adore gore therefore absorb more horror-core than war than corporals and generals (wow) They just know my focus Ironic how my train of thought has locomotives (oh sh**) 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 (whoa) I do it easy But I've been working my a** off since I was low in my teens And to anybody saying i'm only buzzing because i'm young you just mad because you 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 sticking around really you dissing me? But I see the enemy up in you Then I realized (Gangsters used to move ounces and reach for burners {​​​​​pow pow pow}​​​​​ Now Gangsters only move mouses and reach for cursors Naw, they ain't worth it) All around your studio I be lurking Waiting for you to sit so I can close a curtain You the Bible to Atheists You the rifle to Pacifists I went viral on accident, wait until I do it on purpose! Man, it's Token!