Still No Sucka Mcs (Pickman Park)

[Intro] Shit! I told you this shit 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 wack ass rapper stacking his dough on a Cadillac it's past my road I'll smash that glass with a hatchet and hold you ask an attack when you jacking my flow This Black on Black, so fashionable Every rapper is crap im that full of loan [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 assume my position no lucrative business can ruin my vision What I institutes on Youtube in an instant When I introduce I chuck the ? to your interests 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 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 in my business, man But I dont 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 whores with poor morals and principles I adore gore therefore absorb more horrorcore than war than corporals and generals (wow) They just know my focus Ironic how my train of thought has locomotives (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) I do it easy But i've been working my ass 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 the hate in the comments i see the low self esteem up in you I see you making like a nigga Peracin barely whatever is sticking around really you dissin me? I see the enemy up in you And I realize (Gangsters used to move ounces and reach for burners {pow pow pow} Now Gangsters move mouses and reach for cursors Naw, It 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 a Rifle to Pacifists I went viral on accident, wait until i do it on purpose! Man, it's Token!