Doo Rapp - The Tokens

I’m beginning to feel like a rap god

No fuck that I’m beginning to feel like everybody rapping is a whack, dog

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Sound like they smoke too much crack and pot and I’m a crack pot on bath salts

If you wanna face off, I’ll eat your fucking face off, face it your soft

And I’m hard as metal

Watch artists tremble

I’m sharp as the sharpest sharpened pencil

Raise the bar to stars and mars and vessels

You’re starting to bark, your bite hardly settled

Tryna tell everybody you are the devil?

You’re dark as yellow You’re hard as jello

You smart as a mental retard in a special kindergarten class

Who keeps barking

«Hello!

How are you?!»

Sit the fuck down and listen the fuck up, as a push hard on the pedal

I’m respecting every legend but I’m tryna be better than everyone

Wrecking Eminem on his own track

Severing the heads of everybody who’s stepping bet I be getting a pen and pin

'em down when I get a note pad

«Oh snap!»

And I am not saying that I’m rapping better because I flow fast

I’m saying that I’m rapping better cuz I’m rapping better and you should know

that

Who told your old ass to tell your whole pack that they spitting this shit raw

«Huh?»

Mother fucker I will have you cleaning shit out of your draws while you picking

up your jaw

I’m jaw dropping like hot pockets I stick you in a box

Called coffins when my songs dropping like what menopause causing I’m mood

swinging on you all

Speaking of menopause, you never will be fit to reproduce this

So I’m telling you men-to-pause, or death is your peace like Grim

Reeper’s-deuces

Jeez Louise yo who’s this?

He’s fifteen a freaking student?

He don’t even need improvement

Team’s the Lethal People movement

Killing with the words

Fuck everybody else like I popular drug dealer I’m flipping every bird

If Em’s the rap god I’m the minister

When I do it bet I too am representing everything he’s doing

You developing a deficit you definitely never get the penmanship element

present in my music

I ain’t a human, I’m a mutant, from the moon this, means I’m never down to earth

So I can’t sound out a verse

Without me first bragging 'bout all my work

Man I sound like a jerk, you don’t wanna hear me bragging 'bout talent you

wanna hear me bragging 'bout money like everyone now does word?

How 'bout first, I talk about the cars narcotics and guns

Then talk about how struggling a town is in the next line and still give em a

dollar for funds

But I’ma drop so hot you thought it was pot out the oven and you’ve forgotten

your gloves

Fuck the industry initially I gotta make a song to a relevant beat just to see

you listen to me

I’m physically turning into beast but ain’t no beauty in it

I got acne and some fat cheeks but truth or fiction?

I’m the «young rap god» and if so peep the new religion

Praying to Pac and then I study Eminem

And story telling from Nas

And growing the flow of Rakim

Giving me ridiculous ability of spitting and delivery so nobody can do it

symmetry

I don’t see any mini-me's but it’s not because they don’t wanna copy because

they don’t have the ability to spit like me

You are literally never getting me you getting close to me you getting closer

to a cemetery

If your aim is bumping into me your brain must struggle mentally

When I say I don’t like you that ain’t a fucking simile

It’s Token and you ain’t gon see an equal who gon killed this beat

(Rap god)