Token Ash - Chiefin' Command lyrics

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Token Ash - Chiefin' Command lyrics

[Verse 1: Johnny Mob] Stackin' the cream, ashin' the bleeze, I'm attackin' the scene with the rap, it's unique The fact of it be that I'mma save rap from the crap that it sees Like Quest when he raps he's a f*g in the least, no sweat, k** him like he's f**in' strapped to a seat Feelin' the tension, sit and dismiss this b**h when he simpin', hit list is finished Finna get stoned with the b**hes, twisted, if you home alone feelin' timid, hidden With your f**in' phone in the kitchen, if my k**ers hear the tone, get blended, diced up Everybody told me give the mic up, I'm just tryna clear the drops off the wipers Too hot, flowing like the motherf**ing Niger, bedrock, haters just fossil to a dino, dirtlock Smash bros, boutta hurt ya, Falco's gunna merc guns South coast where the goons run we the a**holes that bring the blue buzz Trill sh**, we the real clique, my seals hit quick make you feel shark bit Spit cold like the mothaf**in' antarctic, get dented like a asian b**h tryna park it Yeah, cause Geico on it, get learned quick like your hooked on phonics Hit the strip, Trill Navy tryna party. Hit list is finished? I'm just f**in' startin' So Yamcha bring that wolf fist, and Bulma bring them blue pills We ashin' bowls so ruthless, Token go and tell 'em what we cruise with... [Verse 2: Token A$h] Good smoke and a cup full of lean, drugged up, b**h, I'm one with the green Nut up if you talkin' that plunger regime, sh** pops when you flaunt that bu*t full of steeze Navy clique still waving clips, no maybe hits, when we out for the cream My day job makes you stay jobless, no Raekwon sh**, but the vibe of a Lynx f** your gay pride sh**, you a cub in a den full of raged lions Get blown with a force of a Qui-Gon Jinn by a flow so dope, sh**, I ain't lyin' Get it? I ain't lyin', too high off a zip, too fly when I spit You ride in a whip, windshield full of sh**, five deep, no b**h you can play ball with Roasting all these headless chickens, stack 'em with some devil's lettuce I don't notice when I'm sinnin' when the mic is ever present Plus the Mickey's got me driven, knockin' like I'm Broly fisted Coppin' kicks you rockin' sayin' nonsense 'til they call the medics Cookin' up beef, Lil B in a drop, if I beez in the trap, I beez with the pot No reek when I rap, just stink cause it's raw, like your b**h on my lap or my dick in her jaw Lolo whip, she can jack when it rises, leave her frosted, Tony, for ya Always stayin' strapped, never catch me on some Maury Povich... Token