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don't flop - tony d vs respek ba lyrics

[round 1: tony d]
so i made it to edinburgh, boy i’m not gonna lie
now i’m here, feel like they’re givin’ me the wrong scottish guy
but that’s cost a bit, they ain’t paid enough to see the gods collide
just enough to give you the business, religiously, yeah we ain’t the non profit (prophet) type
no charity, not a one inch given, no not tonight
this one a homicide
i’m ’bout to make you a martyr, your own following get to watch you die
bodied, right? locked inside a coffin size box supplied
by the informed opinion of a lot of guys, watchin i’m proper nice
it’s in my dna, boy there’s somethin’ sharp in my jeans (genes) like a pocket knife

[guy in the crowd]
stab that c-nt!

[tony d]
so i’m shocked, surprised
but they put him against tony d, i mean
eurgh said he has respect (respek) for me, and i f-ckin’ misread it totally
cause i’m top tier and you the middle man like a go between
this your first battle back, i thought maybe they’d let you in and start you off with somethin’ light so you could maybe get a win
i mean i know, you used to have a name and everything
but that sh-t was poppin’ back when joe davies was a thing
in the meanwhile, i’ve been goin’ crazy wit’ the thing
i sn-tched the crown for a minute there they claimed me as the king
but you went away, for an age but where you been?
it get real rocky when you come out of nowhere to face me in the ring
i give a f-ck about the reputation you bring
this a guest list entrance, it’s his name that paid him in
so was it worth the waitin’ thing?
boy, you the first sarah connor in the phone book, the name alone got me on my terminator thing
i think i came up quick, to rappin’ rock you on stage wit’ it
like walk this way and then run thee mc (dmc) like it’s ’86
this poison, poet, here to school you like the day bliz’ came face to face with grist with an updated twist
or, part two of that matrix fl!ck
cause we connect and you suited to become another one of my bodies like agent smith
so your chance of takin’ this is rizla paper thin
i mean, you goin’ out like elvis, you about to die at home takin’ sh-t
about your bars, and your appearance, it’s just for banter
you got that desiigner look, cause i see them two eyes and think panda

[round 1: respek ba]
yo, when i first got offered this, i didn’t know whether to accept or not
cause my eyes are black and yours are half shut so it looks like we’ve already fought
but you should at least open yours if you came to scotland to see the sights
meet the whites and people of a decent height
i don’t know what will beat you first: me or life?
’cause if i don’t k!ll you, your age-related diseases might
you’re older than jesus christ!
and weigh less than astronauts
it looks like someone took kalashnikov and sawed the barrel off
and i wish, i wish i had to watch the full two minute choke with pat
pullin’ out your rhyme book and lookin’ like a total tw-t
and my thought is, “why stop at battlin’ while you hold a pad?
next time why not just bring along the f-ckin’ desk you wrote it at?”
rowan brought the dopest back so be afraid
i’ll amplify the threat when i grab you by the neck and start screamin’ in your hearin’ aid
you speak to jakes
if he takes out his phone and presses a b-tton, he summons police brigades like streets of rage
to meet b.a. is the highlight of your career
you had your time, your times up and now it’s time to disappear
and i won’t give a f-ck when your eyes fill up with tears
like you don’t with the child that mined that blood diamond in ya ear
retirement is near
your whole crew is older than medieval kings
thinkin’ that you c-nts run london but i’ve been hearin’ things
like [?] police won’t even let you near a swing
cause poisonous poets turns cipher circles into pedo’ rings
and how can you f-ck children but not even love your own son?
you collect every kid from school except your own one
old c-nt, you should lie down, i’m provin’ right now
you’re in my house and i’m tellin’ you somethin’ it’s nothin’ to press benjamin’s b-tton and put his lights out

now you can f-ckin’ go tony

[round 2: tony d]
so you break opponents down, expose ’em bare, dismantled
but technique wise, i’m well rounded, so where’s the angle
cause if we’re talkin’ rappin’? let’s be honest
this soundin’ so peaked for you it could blow the monitors
anything you do, i do better
aside from the obvious
i mean, if they were judging us on height, being white and scottishness
you’d be f-ckin’ bossin’ it
but it’s not is it?
it’s an actual battle of wits
unbalanced the challenge is this
two play with words better across the board like scrabble championships
and then there’s flow, delivery and personality factors
so for you…versus me? boy that is where that tragedy happens
i mean, we both brag a lot, but man is not workin’ with the swag i got
the planets to (w)rap rings around you like saturn got
i stick wit’ it and you spun somethin’ sweet like candy floss
it’s funny, how you ain’t got a prayer when you chat wit’ god
silly creature, this muppet man like fraggle rock
you trash heap, boy i could take out your best work
this coach carter’s first date, and i’m ’bout to break down respek, sir
cause if you take the time to listen how this guy is spittin’
it’s any random setup as long as it rhyme it fit in
then insert joke about how he ride my missus
and that time that he fisted
then hypothetical situations apply for instance
it may be involving my mum and a line of midgets
and then it’s old joke, and pedo joke til the time is finished
but you diss man, for that exact type of gimmick
but they let it slide with you, you like an x-man rival wit’ it
cause that mystique get blew (blue) up
it’s the same b-tch sh-t underneath, you just disguise it different
and then turn the crowd as if them punches are packin’ power
but it’s very cheap shots in them bars
you get them rounds in at happy hour
not to mention, ’cause he’s done it already
he applies a very clever tactic
where he’ll take a tenuous link and as long as it connect he grab it
you’ll blame the individual he’s facin’ for the sins of an entire demographic
that’s lazy bruv
it’s just so lazy
when dude think of an angle, he take the same approach as a ukip propaganda piece
i mean, you think he winnin’?
well you deluded lost in fantasy
i just broke down exactly just why he ain’t a match for me
the people on your side switchin’ just cause of my sl!ck sk!ll
i breeze through the fans turn well, i grind like a windmill
you spit tight, boy i clearly spit tighter, that’s cling film
and i’m a big deal and i can back that statement through evidence
cause i’m in your face, in your country and i’m makin’ you relevant

[round 2: respek ba]
the mans talkin’ about relevance, if you lot came in here tonight to see me make some f-ckin’ noise

talkin’ about styles, my raps are the truest
and i use jokes but smack is your movement
we both have different sh-t but it’s all about how good you are when you do it
so i’m about to smash your head in, it’s the end of days; armageddon
i’ll grab a shiv, slash your wig and add it to my scalp collection
then put the blade in you so deep i even push in the handle section
and as you gasp for breath, i’ll thank you for helpin’ me stash my weapon
and i bet, the feds are gonna raid your flat and seizure every last computer
’cause you think the fetal position is a move in the kama sutra
you’re the type to find pint-sized just the right height
when you watch a baby monitor, you try and swipe right
you’re so short you don’t need to duck when they’re a drive-by
you could be lookin’ right at me and still turn a blind eye
why buy your wife’s lie
cause she’s taken so much pipe from white guys
the only way your children must resemble you is heightwise
and would you like to know why he’s a fake?
’cause when you choked against pat stay, you made don’t flop delete the tape
maybe next time you choke, all your bars should be replaced
by a hungry battler that actually appreciates
that a real man accepts the responsibility he needs to take
but you don’t learn from your mistakes, you just beg for them to be erased
and it’s cause you don’t have the focus to be mastering yourself
that’s why you keep on chokin’ and damagin’ yourself
pullin’ out ya f-ckin’ notepad, embarr-ssin’ yourself
all them years smokin’ weed made you canibus yourself!
and i give credit where credit’s due
but you get so many bars off locksmyth, i don’t know who to give credit to
and mentioning you chokin’ isn’t even disrespectin’ you
cause if i wrote bars as dead as you i’d forget them too
respek’s the truth, a god and i’mma turn you religious
you treat every opponent you get like it’s some personal privilege
but top-tier rappers don’t forget the verses and lyrics
while desperately attemptin’ to get the respect they never deserved to begin with

now you can go tony

[round 3: tony d]
you said some sh-t
like they came to see you, that’s serious
i mean, this edinburgh, i know the catholics vs the protestants, that war there whew, i’m fearin’ it
but they came to see you and the god
so you had to sell ticks (celtics) to arrange this religious experience
so i ain’t here to show respect
i came here to show respek there’s no respect
these new rap fans don’t even know respek
they wanna see ton’ and jed
it’s not that time today, you the sacrifice
if soul gettin’ taken i will wait
they go from a riot to quiet just listenin’ to the lines i say
but, beware cause if you can hear a pin drop, just know it fell out of a live grenade
price of fame, targeting me can hype your name
it’s not just a long shot, you mr. magoo at a rifle range
i’m way more precise with it, fly? sh-t i’m pilot trained
just to drop bombs and spit fire like old fighter planes
but you know why i write this way
but any man that might die, i’m in your backyard, punchin’ to the death like that’ll fight fires and you know my forte
it’s written for the stage like broadway
but i’m spittin’ on cam’ like ‘pac at a court date
this a poor trait of my war face
they gon’ find you in a box with pieces missin’ like everyone of my f-ckin’ kids board games
(stop it! look after your sh-t!)
aye, you hit a wall, mate, and i’m nailin’ it
listen dude, the word on the wire the mission’s to catch that body in the buildin’ like chris and snoop
if you count my punches and breakdown every pattern that t flows with
go beneath the surface, what’s lurkin’ underneath potent?
but when you break down what he’s spoken?
it isn’t enough that you’ve prettied it up it’s still just cheap jokin’
so this is martin dressed as lamb versus a wolf in sheep’s clothin’
cause he set this up and he set you up, like, “ton’ man help him!”
and then you take a shot at a monster well you know van helsing
just cold body, apply heat and know (snow) man’s meltin’
i mean, son (sun) destroyed him
i wanted compet-tion, they brung your boy in
so unsuitable for the job i wondered, “did trump appoint him?”
but it must annoy him cause it ain’t too different cause
alternative facts, they only way to explain you winnin’
i mean, i’m birdman, time i’ve been gettin’ cash money for a long time
they put respek as your name, see they put respek on mine

[round 3: respek ba]
after this verse you’re f-ckin’ dead
i’m hungry for blood and underfed
if you’d a said nothin’, i would’ve expected nothin’ less
so no wonder i’m unimpressed
all you need to do to beat tony d in a battle is hold his rhyme book above his head
you’ve become the next kurt cobain, no brain
cause i’d have to literally choke for three minutes just to beat you at your own game
so take some friendly advice, you better sprint from here when you exit tonight
cause i’ll make you disappear quicker than jefferson price
bring an end to ya life, and when the undertaker measures ya height
and realizes you’re only three feet tall he’ll need to bury you twice
and off the head i’ve been nice since spin the mic
so people actually remember the sh-t that i haven’t written better than you can remember the sh-t you write
your groupies are a different type
i’ve never met stupider b-tches in my life
they must get turned on by sh-t celebrities like christmas lights
(i don’t rewind sh-t, f-ck these stupid trends
there’s no slogan at the end of this round by the way)
it’s a fight
and if this was mma i’d muscle you up against the cage
then engage the thai clinch and indent your face with knees like michael “venom” page
they call respek ba “the greatest ever” and “legendary” and i’ve deservin’ of both t-tles like conor mcgregor’s waist
you forget your place, but i won’t judge the steps dementia takes
i have to live in the past just to help you remember yesterday
let me set the record straight
we do not compare
you only get your fans head’s nodding cause they’re all clutchin’ on rockin’ chairs
against pat stay and real deal, you should’ve got prepared
but because you flopped it there, you got blackballed twice, so at least now you’ve got a pair
and we’re all aware, your black side is total gutter
but your white side got its brexit vote discovered
it must suck when one half of you is tryin’ to deport the other
i hope you suffer, failure’s flowin’ within’ your jeans
we’ll see how good you are off the head when you’re thrown in the guillotine
and i usually bag up the dead when i go on a k!llin’ spree
but there’s no point catchin’ a body when you’ve blown it to smithereens

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