tony d vs chilla jones - don't flop lyrics
[round 1: chilla jones]
your fans say you the best ever
cause you dangerous with different stuff
your charisma is unmatched
you make the crowd wanna listen up
you got k!ller angles, deadly freestyles
and your writtens tough;
that’s partly why fans gave you the wins over clips & lux
but i don’t give a f-ck. tell me, why is he so elite?
wait a minute. i thought this was hollow
y’all got me battling tony d?
a n-gga with a whole first name, but his last name is only d?
well, i don’t give a f-ck, y’all getting the same jones from me
eurgh, why you amp him up? i’m back with the cannon tucked
it’s loaded, spitting hollow rounds like the black panther lux
remember this?
“as far as bars, he’s a poor man version of chilla jones’ stuff.”
well, i’m glad shotty caught on
it was clear from your very first battle in this artform
truth: that’s word to the pad you copied bars on
you been biting heads right off the bat like ozzy osbourne
tell your posse, get they mob on? sh-t, it’s whatever
you ain’t a g. you soft as a dutch sweater, with plush texture
just estrogen. why your thug’s extra with tough gestures?
if it’s hyper tension
i’ll squeeze arms and have a blood press ya
surgeons pulling fragments out your chest
where the slug entered
now everything coming from the heart like a love letter
whoever praise ya better save ya
‘cause you ain’t got a trey to blam
think graffiti: tony gon get it shaking
before he spray the can
or turn b-tch; that’s how you switch agenda
without changing plans
son gon see pops in the ring like shane mcmahon
i’ll shank your man. watch where you aim the cam
if his blood dry on the lens
they’ll see burgundy on the screen like anchorman
i know where they rank you fam
this is where your name shines;
they love you here. i don’t expect cheers when it’s game time
but when they go back to their flats
and get to rewind these same lines
oh the irony, how you’ll win at home
but, lose at home at the same time
my frame of mind: why pick me, tony?
that choice senseless, with five 9s i’m royce reckless
i’ll pistol whip everyone in your cl!ck til your boys neckless
let it ring, then i’m coming after tone like a voice message
this a deathwish, my k!ller instinct is so savage, bruh
lyrically, i’m a street fighter; i scold battlers
a mortal (k)ombating this pen? he’s no challenger
i’m way brighter. i need a writer of soul (c)alib(u)r
so next year, let’s set it up. let’s get him set up for the upset
i’ll make a deal wit you: an extra buck fifty
i’ll get him cut next
i got a blade you can’t stomach, money: that’s a gut-check
sketch artist: that lead drawing ‘ll make him look suspect
i must flex. i got a name in the states, tony
i could ignore you
shotty and soul got a name in the states, too; look at all the work they put in for you
after your choke vers’ real deal
don’t flop is the only league booking for you
i dont get it. ain’t being wanted ‘posed to have everybody looking for you?
i’m putting a whoopin on you
cause you battled dudes who sound like me
but you ain’t never stood in front of three rounds like these
bosstown!
[round 1: tony d]
this weekend, they -ssembled the greats
so props to the staff
cause fans been looking at this schedule amazed
the calibre of battle rapper that have stepped in this place
i’m talking legends
and we get to face some american brays
you man are no longer setting the pace
you’ve been sleeping
and what’s that taught us, if anything, mate?
not to split hairs, but you’re no longer ahead in the race
and chilla, i confess it’s a shame
your material? denim, on a fat b-tch, it stretches at strains
and i guess in the states, that sh-t connect and it’s flames
but that’s ‘cause they backwards thinking
like a trip down memory lane
this crowd a bit more intelligent mate
cause this is england. and now the script read i skin heads
like shane meadows setting the stage
king pen, this the end of your reign
cause off top, i’m too on point with the tell
ain’t that a devilish trait?
for the h-ll of it, straight rob you for whatever he paid
like, “hands up. now back down.”
look like you trying to start a mexican wave
how you stepped in my face
when i’m at the peak of my powers?
the plan is to rain down and rock your world
that’s a meteor shower
mr. jump to top tier from the proving ground”
that’s old news
‘cause i’m mr. “if i spit three rounds i don’t lose”
you tweeted you was coming here to smoke tone’s boots
but no you ain’t
and that loose tongue will get its owner laced;
you’ll need your soul replaced
cause he’ll get worn out, like old shoes
you’re having second thoughts now; i know you
wishing he never answered the call
like colin farrell in phone booth
on this card he act like trouble; that’s a code blue
i’ll split your dome into sections for entertainment like the o2
this cold proof you ain’t tone’s rapping equal
no antics, no gimmicks. i’m plain old fashioned lethal
online, they over hype you, claim you toe tagging people
but don’t force belief in false readings cause they gas you more than they should like a volkswagen diesel
this is evil. what i’m performing is torture
punches have you stumbling as he walks to his corner
it’s hard labor, he’s left leaning, like a corbyn supporter
i’m sick. i’ve got a rhyming when i’m talking disorder
and i still can’t swim
no, check the deffinition, i’m still walking on water
wavy. i don’t sound like c
i only took this battle to steal your soundbite clean
cause you ain’t never stood in front of three rounds like these
[round two: chilla jones]
this round, you getting fire out the gate, like h-ll’s entrance
with conviction behind these bars minus the jail sentence
your chick, say you’re a boy
and i’m a man, and that’s the real difference
you can’t measure up, that’s why i rule her like twelve inches
but, let’s use the metric system
guess i gotta switch the plan
soon as i get sent to meet her
she on her knees, unzipping pants
you the head of the house
well i’ll k!ll a leader when i’m cl!cking cans
and if your, mums mum’s there wit’cha, i’ma hit’cha grams
listen fam
you tweeted he was capable of writing with jones
i seen ya sit us in the same tier, that ain’t a lie to condone
now i’m tight in a zone. i brought an l to leave this old man
‘cause he ain’t know what retire meant, holmes
but let him tell it, he ain’t retire
it was his career on a breather
i came here with some ether. you prepared for a schemer
freddy krueger vers’ meek mill: a nightmare to a dreamer
grip the knife. come get a slice like we sharing a pizza
ventilation how i’m airing the heater
or think a cabbie on a slow day bro; it’s no fair with the meter
either you should’ve brought your best to me
or backed out, scr-p
ccause eurgh done put you vers’ a steamroller
now let’s see if you can flat-out rap
you outmatched
y’all think he super smooth cause he grins a lot
my troopers move, gripping glocks to shoot at you
them twins ‘a pop, they sends a shot
if you came with a crew of dudes, your friends’ll drop
you survive? they switch the plot
say “rubix cube” and spins the block
you n-ggas thought
cause of a few good battles your pens are hot?
debatables, those are ties. we can’t tell if they wins or not
defend your spot
cause americans k!ll you when you begin to fight us
you be on track, and then we stop your run
maybe that’s why they tend to knight us
you the king of writers?
if that’s your goal, then touch the stage
vers’ the one they think is midas
y’all feeling he got the crown til the k in his mouth
like gingivitis
but you supposed to be a pain in my side?
let’s let a pen decide this
we both sick, but this a different virus
i spit the nicest, ripping cyphers
i chews ‘em up, and spits ’em out
you chews nothing like you indecisive
but y’all claim this n-gga righteous, so tony act pompous
til he slip and inspect a clip like the bond fl!ck
rock him once, all fists. knock him unconscious
everybody turn and yell “oh!” like jaundice
y’all pick. how y’all want his -ss to say goodnight?
either shots sail or see if he can navigate a right
he tried to phone for help
in that case, he had to pay the price
whoever he call ‘a see him covered in blood
like a gladiator fight
good night, ‘cause you battled dudes who sound like me
but you ain’t never stood in front of 3 rounds like these
bosstown!
[round 2: tony d]
i’ve come to expose your style
make these people wake up
cause you work hard to force lines
like the barber that gave dna his shape up
this what chilla bring to a written:
“you need a genie to defeat me and fix you winning
i’ll throw money in a hole, well, you into wishing
i don’t feel you, and i trust my intuition
you’re gettin schooled for a fee, you in tuition.”
then it goes way f-ckin left:
“scratch that, i’ll make your dogs flee like they’re into itching
point at hat, big stick make you fly, like you into witching
we’re going hertfordshire. after the win, to hitchin.”
it’s that, or sh-tty word -ssociation got him feeling himself
so chilla got some nonsense schemes in store
like keenan and kel
and some reaches as well, but that sh-t easy as h-ll
if you ain’t even going to bother to speak how it’s spelt
you’re pulling wool over eyes
that’s what your whole career is
i sparked a benson, started reflecting
and it hit me: you’re all smoke and mirrors
they don’t see the deceit in the lies you bring
but the same people claiming your rhymes will win
same people claim fetty wap’s the hypest thing
cause in the land of the blind, the one-eyed is the king
that sh-t’s a crutch, it is such simple stuff you’re thinking up
makes dumb people feel really smart
but it makes smart people feel really dumb
if you disregard spelling in real life
the way you disregard it in a battle
you’d be sh-t on countdown
ouija boards ’d be hard for you to handle
and you’d start a bit of h-ssle
and cause arguments at scrabble
for instance peeps, listen please
and you tell me, is this a reach
you know pocahontas? ratatouille?
well, he pr-nounced that using different speech
he said “poker honest” and “rat a toolie”
just to fit a disney scheme
“rat a toolie,” i swear, i sat there in disbelief
like “did he really j-“
and then the crowd cheered, and i kicked the screen
that sh-t is weak. we calling it a waste man method
chilla reach with that jordan in sp-cejam tekkers
you reckless, the way you take it further
in the spirit of johnny cochran
no, j, they let you get away with murder
what i’m fearing is the battlers and fans with less experience
are really starting to take that reach sh-t serious
cause dot follow your sentences, full stop, period
but they’re scheming awful bars and reaching awful hard
but i figured black thought will expose the roots
cause that’s when things fall apart
‘cause you don’t stand up to scrutiny. you probe and find
that what you kick is air
like bigg k reacting to an opponent’s rhyme
i won’t deny it’s funny to me that you’ve got an overbite
when your performance sucks
cause its got no t–th like obie trice
they know i’m nice
so me catching this body come as no surprise
they f-cked with me since double p was part of tony’s life
i came out the hood spitting poison; that’s a cobra strike
now i hold my own, no f-cks given; that’s a lonely night
and you can’t see me and i’m f-cking up this room
that’s a poltergeist. it’s over, time
[round three: chilla jones]
i heard you paid a london chap to scr-pe up dirt for you
a vip ticket in exchange for some made-up personals
but them lies won’t hold weight
they’ll make it straight up worse for you
and i designed every line in this round perfect for hurting you
i heard a few things and i was taken aback from that
so this round i’m breaking you down
no punching back to back
now we criticized t-rex for being a nurse
that be packin straps
well newsflash
turns out t-rex isn’t the only nurse in battle rap
as tony d, you be putting on for london
making the city happy
as a nurse, you was putting on… scrubs
and changing sh-tty nappies
as tony d, you was the champ
and n0body could get rid of ya
as a nurse, you was amped… to take old ladies to the cinema
give it a rest, bruv. you the softest tony ever
you think a g bluffing?
tony scarface was a thug and drug dealer
that kept keys running
tony soprano was a mob boss
that had everyone in the streets duckin
but tony d, a 36-year-old black nurse outta east london
you f-cking snake
now let me expose how you double crossed
flex hit you for you versus raptor
he even put gemini on the undercard
he told flex, eurgh wanted the same battle on a summer card
but he would do it on flex’s platform
cause he ain’t f-ck with y’all
am i lying? look at the reaction on this nerd’s face
you even accepting that battle
proved you’re a rapper with the worst traits
you view this as a white league
you wanted to feel blacker in the worst way
you shoulda known it would be a disaster in the first place
cause that’s a spit in eurgh’s face
and in the states, you’d be an average, colored battler
that’s all, that’s it
you got a little humor, some flavor
but i don’t think you all that sick
plus the rumor is you still owe flex a little money
and that’s who you’re trying to avoid contact with
there’s no honor in that behavior
he paid you for labor. you decided to fall back quick
now this is an angle and a scheme
you probably won’t get it on the first listen
but i said color, humor, labor… anyway, in the u.s., we spell certain words different
the point is this:
against brits, that’s the battles that gave you clout
but think about those words, tony
all it takes is an american to take you out
what made you doubt i would win? this a l he’s getting
i see death in your future; i can’t help these visions
long rod ‘ll make sure it’s his self he’s sticking
you get the picture? my sh-t is sicker
and that’s why you losing now
against mr. “jump to top tier from the proving grounds”
bosstown!
[round 3: tony d]
so you’re from bosstown
i was gonna do a boston rapper scheme, bro
then i realized, there’s guru, solar’s ex-boyfriend…
and the guy that was in gangstarr with premo
and benzino
you can tell how i step that i’m on cl-ssics
it’s an explosive level in the building like bomb damage
the diss pen’s fire, ‘cause this pen fire, it dispense fire
cue flames like a bond gadget
i’m cooking and these bars will char-grill your -rs-, chill
it’s a flipping body, hands down
it’s all in the air like a cartwheel
i just finished washing the blood off from my last k!ll
now i brought the big guns out about to rock it for money
like an arms deal
there’s skulduggery afoot if i’m on my job
they put the king vers’ i
well to get ahead, that’s your neck on the chopping block
theres no bones to pick with tony’s sh-t
this simple precision
you try muscling on god’s turf
well, thats a sin you committing
and i’m too blessed
that’s why he don’t know what to do next
cause his brain can’t stomach the idea i ain’t food yet
we rematch, i’ll be the last man standing over two legs
so he losing hard, and thats just bar for bar
that’s barring performance
chill a body on ice
you’d swear i come to harvest some organs
now if you got that
and you caught the unifying theme in it properly
it was like, blood.. you know what, f-ck it, watch it back
that’s how you scheme on a body
now if i seem to be c-cky, it’s cause i’m properly focused
you’re getting polished off, dusted down
swept up, i’m cleaning house
just show i can keep up with the joneses
i’m mercenary molded. i use foresight in the planning stage
this the day of the jackal and i’ve got the gall to -ss-ssinate
i woke up just to k!ll like a manchurian candidate
so you came to the uk for whose name? are you sane?
you must be close to nuts, cause i got you in the pocket. that’s loose change
your number’s up, bingo, and we’re in front of a full house
to see me put another kid in a box
like when it’s too good to pull out
see i can read his thoughts so i’ve got to let the people know
he can’t beat me fair and square
he swear he should’ve cheated like keyshia cole
they love you in canada
over here different treatment though
cause whats usually organic process getting sprayed
that’s a g.m.o
so i figured, cause you don’t really rap that well
i’ll stick to the plan
and rap circles ‘round you til you tire like the michelin man
now this my hometown
so don’t get annoyed if you can’t win
and start hyping up, ‘cause i’m poised to just spark him
like i’m boycotting stardom
‘cause if i flip, then it’s clips and loaded or loaded and clips
‘cause i’ve got to see money hit the floor
like a coin toss in harlem
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