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token - freeverse #4 lyrics

[intro: uncredited sample, token & composition]
oowee, my baby, you’re looking good to me
kiss me, honey
oowee, squeeze me baby (yes)
you’re looking good to me (haha)
well talk to me baby, make me happy as a man can be
haha, free verse number four!
yes, composition, tell ’em how it is
i’on give a f-ck if you on my d-ck
yeah, and i’on give a f-ck if you bump my sh-t
and i’on give a f-ck if you on my clique
let’s go
check it out, look, look, look

[verse]
i’m the leading cause of suicidal rappers
they play my tape and stay amazed and say, “dude, i don’t matter”
and it’s alright, they don’t like they’re own lines
and when a ghost drive, but will take illiteral, given physical damage
you’re welcome, now you a ghost, right?
oh my, i got the cocaine flow
that’s dope lines without the nose, guys
i’m so fly that i can f-ckin’ bomb pilots
you old like a motherf-ckin’ pomp pilot (yes)
i’m not violent (no), i just get angry
and i’ll stab you in the eyes if you can’t see
see, i ain’t got money, i ain’t tall, dark and handsome
i ain’t a hipster, i got the swag of paul blart with a handgun
but i’m definitely never missin’ that i’m wrecking
just to get my recognition, death to any men who disagrees
asking me to respect your riddance
i wouldn’t look up to you if i was a two foot eleven inches out for midget (oh)
representing the sickest clique on the come up
k!lling sh-t in the fifth grade, be spittin’ until the sun up (uh-huh)
growth is a b-tch, ain’t it? my [?] will get hated
not over ’cause the day, kid you know that i spit flames with
flows rope, soap, they bloat, dope’s open
flow so cold, they froze a snow globe and broke it (ha)
flow can go slow like a robo in the ocean
a math faster, [?] sleepin’ like my -ss in the last math cl-ss
dag nabbit, i’m back at it like it’s a bad habit
and believe i’m mean like a cl-ss average
you need to get stuck in your place like bad traffic
homie, get over yourself like a rap ad-lib
take a stab at it like jack the ripper
like, “hey, i’m glad to k!ll ya”
you have a deal, no talent still, you’re stackin’ mills
because you sold your soul like a shoe package dealer
if you’re starin’ on earth at a arrogant twerp
comparin’ some [?] roster, [?] there and a word
don’t ask me why i ain’t got nice shoes and all black
have no snapback when a$ap is wearing a skirt
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just sayin’, you do you and i’ll do me
but god d-mn, i am hatin’ when i often see a so called g
with money like the lottery he don’t deserve
and rather smoke some urb than help people in poverty
and when he buyin’ cars, they never drive
instead of live savin’, i’m mic slayin’ with high maintenance
rhymed language
you think i flied straight from einstein’s brain
you’d think i’d find slaves, a nice place
i’m going quite abraham
l!ckin’ these letters together, you better surrender
or you get [?] stretcher to pleasure whenever enter
i’m h-llen clever, that’s clever as h-ll
my music mixes effort and f words, my parents can tell
i’m doing swell, i got my one’s and my l’s
writing in the princ-p-l’s ’cause i said “f-ckin'” in health
he said “use your common sense, you stupid f-ck”
i chucked a penny at his face
said “that’s my common sense, i didn’t wanna use it up”
huh huh, just kidding, i’m an angel
i don’t know when these words and after school i clean the tables
you already know i’m the best around but sh-t
that’s enough about me, lemme tell you about my clique
[?] beats a rapper quick as faster like [?]
after i decapitate it like [?]
jay burns him and rolls him up and tries to blaze the ash
after composition takes his wallet and tries to pay me back (let me take that)
now i have money for suing my therapist
by putting his face in between the a&r and the opaqueness door
let that soak in like a sponge of the cleaner
that was sixty-four bars for a free verse, b-tch

[outro]
free verse number four
l-p-o-d b-tch!

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