Token - Necessary Evil lyrics

[Verse 1] Jesus Christ, I can see in his eyes that he's conniving I'll be defiant till achieving highness like Leonidas I speak my mind and these demons are preaching silence You're marketed like the industry's s*ut, and I'ma treat you like it Get slapped up, kiss a** punk Get snatched up for trying to distract us Distract this! I'll bury you, that's established You know the sh** that make you think that your sh**'s whack? Well, this that sh**! Ditch that sh**, you'll never create a legacy You're the lamest lame will ever be They want me to name an enemy But why would I end a career they ain't even start yet? That's a waste of energy Pay attention; we create our pedigree While they especially are praying desperately to cage us mentally They eventually will taste the recipe of angry tendencies So page the deputy I'll make sure they will credit me [Chorus: x2] When the sky falls down When the clouds on the ground I'll be in the studio making the sound to it How could this be? I'm the necessary evil when you're telling all your people 'bout me [Verse 2] And we don't f** around You don't actually burn calories when you go run your mouth, so why you sweating so hard? I am the underground, they see the roots in me They root for me, my routine is being the rude teen Who's he? "Token" I'm different than you chumps though Do I brag about the money, clothes, d**, hoes While musically losing control? Do I perform a 30 minute set while only using one flow? f** no! That's where I draw the line They're loving the intellectual homicide Only really care about the dollar signs Anyone who is gullible qualifies They colonize all your minds and occupy each thought they find Everybody looking like a puppet to me but everyone too stupid to see it; I'm not surprised, nah I am the stop to this I am the prophet not only intent on profiting But still psycho to my psychologist He said the only person fit to battle me is my second personality So I bodied him [Chorus] [Verse 3] Token is a visionary in a fairly twisted, scary, scripted parody And he carries emissaries fit to bury sissy fairies In the very cemetery he's getting married to the dictionary at That's how he k**s canaries - Bla! I k** a rival on arrival Ever since I went viral they call me vile And I don't use the word f*ggot anymore cause critics twist my words into a spiral Just tell them I'm feeling h*mo-cidal I don't know polite Man I'm telling you rappers, you don't need to keep up, you can look at me like a poltergeist If you need a ghost to write I'll blow your mind If I don't, I'll blow your mind I ought to make them an ultimatum They automate them and control what they say That controls how you think, that's controlling your day That's controlling your life So cut your strings; I'll show you the knife We're needed in this game; I don't give a f** if they like it [Chorus]