Shhh, you think you're better than Tony
'Cause I keep rappin' in a language you understand
Let's get 'em hey
[Tony]
Look, I punt these words like an infant in the game
Munt 'em up, punk 'em up, and they're all in a fair game
I'm drunk off like a funk game, in the trunk of my mind
Grunt and groan, in this rap game, I'm diligent
Nonexistent doubts, I shunned 'em with my intelligence
On a Methadone, my flow's like a cyclone
On the telephone, I'm spittin' in a monotone
It's Payback Sir, and I atone for the past, now I'm chrome on the throne
Shinin' like silicone, I'm smooth like acetone
I roam through the streets, and this rap game - my home
Built my empire, got it sewn like a cobblestone
My baritone voice shakes the mic, and it's well-known
In the city of Conakry, I'm the one they hone
And my skills cut deep like a razor on a hone
Makin' scones in the kitchen down in Goa, where the vibes are all grown
I hold the mic, in the zone, and can't be overthrown
My anklebone's strong, and I stand tall like Jones
Playin' xylophone tunes set the tone, and make it well known
Yeah you're the toughest on the brink, in this lyrical twist
Consistent wordplay that's whipped, like a script
And fuck this shit, I'm shrinking egos, and sprintin' through these lines, leaving you in the midst
And I'm back with a boom-bap, what did you say
That I can't do this funky rap, fuck are you insane?
Well, I'm back with a boom-bap, what did you say
That I can't do this funky rap, fuck are you insane? (X2)
[Tony]
I tried to be a G, and that's something you can't see
You tried to play me like a dummy you see
I'm sittin' on this couch, wrist bloody
And these fools be ballin' for y'all to see
Nah, I don't wish fame on my enemy
I reel them in, and go domes on, well you see
And I'm back to spittin' these bombs
In my backyard, I stand guard, scarred and hard
And playing my cards right, the rap yard's my boulevard
I start smart, and ignite a spark, with every word I embark
And leave you in the dark, while I hit the mark
Like a shark in this art, I'm leaving you rivals charred
Hitting hard like a punch, leaving marks with every strike
I admit, I'm the illest, and the realest on the mic (Yeah)
I burn beats like the sun on burnt skin
Life is a cursed sin when they put you against boys with girls skin (Fuck outta here)
And I'm back with a boom-bap, what did you say
That I can't do this funky rap, fuck are you insane?
Well, I'm back with a boom-bap, what did you say
That I can't do this funky rap, fuck are you insane? (X2)
You've been doing this rap shit for like what 5 years?
I was spitting bars since you were a sperm cell
(Since you were a sperm cell)
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