Tony - Holes (HD with lyrics)

Lyrics written by Anthony LoPinto
Produced by Swollen Drumz

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Lyrics:

Zero to hero, bustin' outta D tent, buncha blasphemers in my wake who gotta repent. Stuck in old ways, scared to get your feet wet, but now I'm flowin' and your shoes are stuck in cement. I'm on the rise, but got a cushion for the descent, curse my name, I'm aiming for the green like I'm B. Dent. Groundbreaking, I'm diggin' out a deep trench, tell my haters cross the line, I'd love to greet them. With my Machine Gun Kelly style, "Skinny Kid," belly down with a verbal hand grenade to silence any crowd. In this war of words, Formspring or Tumblr page, I block the nonsense out like some stunner shades. I might get punchline-drunk, but I've never run away, sobering honesty ain't just cuz I'm underage. Penniless thoughts for the masses, yo, I'm underpaid, but I'ma battle 'til the radio -- Lunch Brigade.

*Refrain (Sampled from Icarus Himself - Digging Holes)*

Sincerity is a rarity, but I feel like I owe it to the people who were there for me. So that's why I can guarantee, I'll never be a parakeet. No they don't compare to me, just sayin' that is heresy. They say they're decorated, but those walls are lookin' bare to me, startin' grease fires while I'm building on my art, call me Pericles. Between my temples, I'm rebuking nasty pharisees, Cruel Intentions spreading Urban Legends like they're Tara Reid. Burden of a genius, steady stay fearless, transition's seamless and the resumé's peerless. So, the Price is, just a bit higher than you're used to, I'm here to change the whole mood, so I'ma paint the room blue. Don'tcha love it, watch my tonal colors soothe like Robitussin, open up and drink it down, it's real music, there's no mo' bluffin. In a dictionary next to hip-hop, I'm the photo of it, why you ain't signed then? I'd put 'em over budget.

*Refrain*

People claim that what I'm sayin' is a fabrication, as if I've spent my whole career just makin' blasé statements. Forever self-effacing, it wasn't an aberration, plenty fakes doctor stories but I lack the patience. Scrubs, your e-mail, I wasn't havin' it, one thing that I learned is I've dated some great actresses. And when you hear blatant lies from fake flabbin' lips, that can make you mourn over something that's way average. It doesn't hurt I moved on to a way badder chick, who knows she's beautiful I read it on her tatted ribs. I got a world to take over and she's the catalyst, plenty hate and we could battle it, but we don't dabble in. That verbal flatulence of savages, ancient passages, grab an abacus, Habilis, you ain't matchin' wits. Opposite of masochist, spilled my guts to spazz on this and laugh at this, and now I've new life like I'm Lazarus.

*Refrain*

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Anthony LoPinto
• J. Cole
• Joe Budden
• Rap
• Hip hop
• Sample
• East coast
• Pittsburgh
• lyrics
• Icarus Himself
• Digging Holes

[michael92106]

As in most cases, I'll just go ahead and stick with the original. Yeah.