Songtext zu 'YouTube Rapper' von Token

Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself
Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself
Started focusing on the mission more than spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at ya
Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick and put in my put-put pattern
Too much chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper

Shoot you actors, rap with a way
Who loot captures with a Jim crew master
Doo-doo blast your rock with the K
Ku-Ku clappers from a Soo Woo chapter
Too many hate it when I do it, should I nuke you bastards
Or, should I go and get a motor count, Dooku slasher
Do you faster
Who'd you rather go against
I control the web like a computer hacker

I been abusing rappers since animal crackers and chutes and ladders
Put 'em in a comatose and I'm going ghost feel like I'm cool with Casper
Torture everybody put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather
Why they gotta choose me to try hoop to Mathers
Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, who's gassin'
But Buku flashers on social media sell jail truth backwards
Fuck your boots loose with a deuce shoots smasher

I'm solid
I'm just a mollusk
Please tell the pilot I switch the climate
I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees it's like I'm switching college
But ain't no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (buck-buck)
Curb stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge
I don't preach

Ladies say I love you when you sorta poppin'
You take them for the word and then they take you for your wallet
How many syllables can he fit within the second with no content
Use your own logic
No comment
No more violence

I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand on the button still, don't know why I'm runnin'
But I'm runnin' still
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand on the button still, don't know why I'm runnin'
But I'm runnin' still

Jesus lord, relieve me more of stress
I need some more revenge
Distort your neck and forge a stretch
Like prehistoric Rex
Don't ask me to be your guest feature
More or less, your new song a foreplay like a tease before the sex
You need some more success
I'm still a teen of course
I need endorsement checks

Tech?
What up?
I heard you made the Forbes
I need you for some bread and I don't treat my girls like queens
I treat them more like kings in chess
I keep the horse in check

I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death
Ay I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante)
That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop like your Pompeii (hot)
Calling me coward, I am coming as crazy calamitous Kanye (woah)
Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grownup going grande
Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef

With their paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep
Nigga that's weak, fucking raw in the car backseats
When they take raw raw rap-sheets, ha ha, caca cat's keep
Crack peeps, pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night
Gramatic geist, get status wiped
Coming against me is bad advice

You don't wanna lay up in the poison predicament
Gonna wage us in a sort of maleficent don't understate us
I'm the opposite, people say I'm a, Dios (wait)
I been on my Rambo, killing 'em off with my camo
And I be coming equipped with the ammo
Pulling 'em outta the bando

Never your rhyming no can handle
No more violence from your semble
And a big Silence of the Lamb-o
I bring silence from the pan or whenever my mic' is handled
Ain't no match you can't light the candle
Whatever kind, I'm the prime example
Talking about me, be slightly careful
Comin' to my city is quite the gamble
Better hope that your flight is cancelled
Make you scream 'cause I like the sample

Wait!
This man though, dismantle
Put your head on this mantle
I see BS in your channel
Get outshined by my shadow
I don't battle
I do not pretend, don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech
Tech I got your back
A back architect, the way I built this shit from the YouTube kid
I'm done
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand on the button still, don't know why I'm runnin'
But I'm-
Go!

One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
Look at all that hate I generate
I don't feel apart from featherweights
Maybe try when you interrogate
Oh you fucked that cup up everyday
Oh you drink that cup up everyday
Got me thinkin' hold up anyways
What the fuck you got to celebrate
How many losses do you tend to take
One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
That's so sad but I got a better state
Cry me river like the Everglades
I might swim that shit bitch and get away
I got the whole world to penetrate
No more user prop
Goodbye