 I'm just flipping throne in the tandem verse after verse What's wrong like a tantrum let me see the light is the anthem For my man them gallem and all of my family Let me see you light, let me see you light Flash up your phone with the screen of light If you feel alright and you seem to like this evening's time Let me see you light, let me see you light No, not that I'm just a revival No, not that I'm just a revival Back in South control, they've been nice Yeah! I'm going to one of the major men's time of fire today This guy is absolutely stunning Pretty much every time is a main event If you haven't already ground what I told you just this show What are you doing with your life It's available on iTunes right now I'm a champion I lost it Thank you very much I'm on my left I'm standing also out alone to represent you Give it a go Show us what you got It's a three-round style Let's go! I told you you lost it but you're a bold person It's my one, I told you you lost it You got this shit I didn't even fear the horror When I had a sonny burst of machine Like he was trying to save Sarah Connor Yeah! So when you claim I'm ducking you Huh? Who the fuck are you? I don't believe you're damn lies Before God, do you ever see me ducking rivers? I'm getting baptized You make You make And you weigh down on a food chain I had to drop tears for two buddies I'm like a young Bruce Wayne Yes, yo These dudes aimed us to beg for a handout For my crew's name Now it's no big issue But when you lose, change My guns a crazy gang Some known of fear and rivers You can't manage in this fashion You're just a joker there And Fiora You picked the name that didn't match You ain't a leader No one knows like Hitler's Tash So we meet in the And spin you one extra Like Mr. John Done no From the front row to the cheap seats I'm top of the least So for you to meet me I had to drop through the table Like the victim of a 3D And you ain't got a car So probably ain't got the drive to defeat me This basket case still on the back In a hood like ET So be civil or mix up With I and I and catch a L1 Your CV We need fruits And don't think you got this in the bag Cause you're from the PG's and look like tea leaves I ain't a child no more So I can pick and choose And me I just battle when I'm in the mood So this is just a proof We on levels you don't get to view My resume's better mate I mean I could list a few There was Osh Fucking real deal Fucking real deal That does not count, you was despicable This is true But until they fly them out They can't say shit I've got to listen to There was Death, Shawty, Unan, Clips Math, Anchilla too Since I've accomplished bare feet How could you walk in a nigger's shoes This awakening hitting you like a Ricky root finish This awakening hitting you This awakening hitting you like a Ricky root finish Bars like bullet tailing Fury like the Hitler youth And you ain't done no big Bird like Miranda Cause you ain't a danger to society Or savage boss I would light up this punk like I had a crop And murder man in a clash Neck off my crew like Death Jam Yeah they backing lots I've got big hooks, kicks and punches Not just my tracks are hot You can add it up and do the math You see more than your value drop One hit, one down That's a rough and you feel like Omar at the window Shit, off do you catch a box That affects your fame at best And your dope flop career has been laid to rest You ain't a threat You on a basic flex Baby steps, you food for after food Like crepes and zets You reach in every statement said And you strained with flex And you wore my act Cause you only came to stretch Your schemes and punch We ain't impressed And your setups are all over the shop Like a masonette So the first beat stage We need to speak on this topic cause it's real You getting taxed and only I'm making profit on the deal So they're losing their beat AT I guess that's why we making up their numbers At the bottom of the bill Views they don't own That's only fair I heard locksmith walked in with a turret yet It's quite like a Thony's hit Weaponized, the laser Soul sharing the same beat Joint enterprise Contriangles for free What you gonna say, Omar? Your crew get circled too And I went back to square one You fuck with angles, that's karma sutra Divine premonition hour past the future Past the ruka He just mad at my beard getting a shot I didn't deserve like Martin Luther I knew you were getting old Tom You ain't got clear yet? I put a scratch on your headline You've been battling for years You just look at the span of your career How have you not built a ladder through the tents? Instead I can see tone at home going mad black fat I've had it up to here But who you better than? After that mustard gas and this pepper spray You gonna be a seasoned veteran But you all ride with Tony You don't get it, God's watching Time is holy I'm in the streets with a trench coat And a stern and in the side like You want to buy a rolling I have this bitch praying next to a machine going I like big tea backing up Hey locksmith, you can run like Toxtin I'll get fun like Shox-Ditches A hundred horses behind the bloodhounds That we hunt in foxes This is the country option This is if you can't travel away For nags behind my bars, grab ammo and spray Yeah, I locked down a terrorist bitch That's my Guantanamo Bay Terror, that's yours Your guess? What a whore Grop my doors Looking at your fucking gore kind of box hand This shit's absurd I understand why you should put flippin' spurs It's like we're done to be in a two horse race And finish first Two girls in fam But who the fuck told you to bring the fucking looky looky man Adam Johnson And that makes sense car These man are nuts Cos then watch as you came with You're gonna leave with the same props you come with Now this is a true story everyone Writing angles for this I wasn't even stressed And then an advert came on TV And simply said, river A show about a man caught in between The living and the dead I just looked at the screen and thought Fuck me, isn't she correct? You walk willingly to death And it's a type that we've seen before This suicide, a furor Dying with his bitch like Eva Braun The way he perform at the gap What a crowd reaction Don't think he's shower Just cos he's camped down to gas him You think he belongs On the level that we've been on No, you stay on the outside Looking in like a peeping tongue Yeah, yeah All you talk about is shells and straps and selling crack When compared to the coke boys I know You man are Pepsi Max It's always triggers and blades These rounds different today You don't look so comfortable with a fully loaded sniff in your face And the coke, huh? That's the stupidest name given You should choose something way different Cos you letting white hold you down And we trying to fight institutional racism Now hold on, this clown said And that ain't nothing to boast about I've been a grander In time this punk getting broken down Lose it's the focus now But I used to break bricks like King Kits In the street fight bonus rounds You getting steam rolled it over now High vision, hard hats You so road will calm that behaviour Black and get flat and lie tarmac I pulled up on you And took you out with a sniff Like a car jack You said you weren't going to use that line Cos they pulled up on sniff on the side of the whip Don't worry We changed the subject Nah mate You went from the extra channel To meet by your second battle How sway I'm letting Sunshine during my reign Like British summertime The simple answer You bet on me and see your money rise Clive rivers in the middle Then back on the other side Your motion Is in need of lotion We're eager opponents But to those watching the stream at the moment What the fuck is a rivers to a league With a sea and an ocean We're approached with Already mapped out We extend this So from start you see in rivers flat out And You like fighting as a kid And you pursued those dreams They couldn't get to grips with you You used to what pseudo creep And your career Is fucking bleak Your career is bleak But as far as fire you couldn't match it And you're bringing riddance like your skin condition Cos it's good in patches I allow you to fucking know Battle rap ain't how you get a check If he wasn't at this event If you only thought of a shit instead He's a DJ You can catch him scratching on HFM Yo, my god My lord That skin so dry When the wind is high and starts drifting by it I bet you shed a few pounds of shrinking size And this the time for schooling You ain't been taught before This that crap baby She's in a body like newborn withdraw Your name is the reason Your career's all across car I took you to the edge and now rivers done flowed Yeah Hey, you remember when you said I pushed the term out? I'm thinking that sentence was dope Well here's a tongue For your journey and when you enter the code The address will just show your future mapped out And this is the end of the road Tony D Hold tight, lock it Lock Smith in the garden, crying while you're digging a ditch Favorite dog died Marley I'm trying to Chill, chill, chill I'm trying to leave you lying with a scar I mean leaving your pride hurting You know how road works, traffic lights They're roundabout No, no, no, you miss my turn You're supposed to fall back to the bottom That's a die zone Some of that Trapology Would you know about the black economy? Tony think he got words of power like Aristotle Pipe down Disability Disability Disability don't matter whether you're armed or not Target, look Killing Tom's going ground breaking They're not going off the shocks In regards to looks In regards to looks You just want everyone to accept you My god They accept everyone except you I told you The lack of creativity in your imagination Was boring and now you think you've got where It actually takes the war with you Yeah, my words made the looks tighter Not like voice activated security With Tom? The irony gets bigger still After all your battles it turns out that Troy was your Achilles heel Aggression They asked you fathered your style Holy fuck I think that's like an immaculate conception You can die a soldier For trying to mimic the eye of Toler You're sacrificed in front of a bathroom You're a nice guy Meet the bad guy I'm gonna find the Holy Spirit Mind your manners Out of a thousand men running through it like the Kyber Passage Fuck stars, we throw in knives Fuck stars We throw in knives Welcome to the house of flying diamonds You got that twisted My style's contorted I'll have soul walking through your hallway like your house was haunted Yeah I did my homework It's your league so that's homework What's your manager, your teenagers? Little Tony's still waiting on a growth spurt That's something I can't coerce That converse Two boxes What are the pages you ain't learning from? Analysts' pages you ain't learning from You need to grow the fuck up And you need to perfect the news you're working on And this overkill And that display It's like we emptied the clip They lambs to the slaughter We wear wolves We be smoking We weed smoking He's a cunt And he's a cunt So let us address you Like a pen power trying to keep in touch And you up to your neck in it cause rivers ain't deep enough And you're even weaker A dire performer With a dire That provide a dire better type of disorder Oh you're just retaining a lot of fluid And that's why you siding with water We pen pages That provide a dire better type of disorder Oh you're just retaining a lot of fluid And that's why you siding with water See we pen pages at war just describing the torture But the vibe different From the other direy offer And frankly we ain't crying behind from a funeral The hype I'm getting is not Hitler's Other than that L after L and around An uncreative gunline Of some guys who are not killers With X master spot Crush your forehead they're getting christened snoot Walled in by killers who Known for leaving bodies in the building like christened snoot T styles roll with a luxe Like Kiss and Loot And when present past Your future chipping with ghosts like Mr. Scrooge You're about to get run off Your first main stage out in Could the Magic Queen rap Make kids book like J.K. Rowling Nothing on the cards so the signs are real talk Got poster boys but got everybody on the billboard Cause your brand of disrespect Shows no skill and a lack of intellect If I talk about your misses And how that bitch is a different sketch We call her Zika virus Cause she gave us all a little head You wack and should've pursued rap Trying to maintain that way We get the dude capped It's just what we do rags Staple material make your center Fold his page exposed pussy like a nude mag I've seen this It kind of remind me of my king of the dot travesty Why? Cause if riverside gully Then which one's travesty It's cause if I black out It's a massacre take you back to basics You ain't the first fiora to try and Fail with world domination I'm top 3 in Britain You ain't even top 3 in Brixton This bitch's gone way longer for fame than a Cosby victim Are you physically impaired? Cause you've got a brother confused It's like those glasses Always talking and moving with sticks And you struggle for views Or is there some other excuse for this funny bait style You look like the brother Ray Charles Just discovered 8 Marge And you know that song Many Rivers to Cross Yeah by Jimmy Cliff Difference is this one river shooter story Oh the shits are bridged Tony Smith unified the name for Cats like both diggers So I was out themselves Sunday eating Like roast dinners So you lose this battle But the exposure make you both winners Live dead in a box These cats are shrodingers From boys to men From the tryouts to the top ranks Made a wish to get big over night like Tom Hanks It's not that I told you before look your fucking killer in the eyeballs The only sign from your career Is the machine signaling the vibe We write for the heart to ensure we stay abreast The rivals You need more than chest compressions At this revival Can New dimensional reaches When I break down your ancient scriptures You must be in the now If you think you can trade with Rivers Why do you always stick on the square We ain't painting pictures Boys and girls I give you your Sidemen of the year Mr. Wayland Smithers Best Sidemen you ever seen I don't give a fuck what side you rep When I carve under your arm The blood in your palm will be a side effect When you show sides So you got to close mine I will leave us both blind But one thing your fake gospel never gets Is the Tony D Cosign Now do you see the truth When the deity you believe in Don't believe in you And you're his biggest fan ever When you get barred half to death Will this bitch stand by your side Like Winnie Mandela Trying to scream what work He won't murder When the books will all see Tony D composed I ain't impressed with him They're perplexed with him Hustled up from obsess with him 5,000 to one you got less to win My tongue got old schooled My tongue is got old schooled Italian Strax at Del Fierro I got a quick 16 that will get your top blue To the moon like Sergio Aguero Sergio Aguero You been learning from the barrels You are self idolatry at its most pagan height Late at night you stayed inside reading David I We ain't alive Think Dwight York child support You gon' pay the price That's the bar, that is the fucking bar You are self idolatry At its most pagan height Late at night you stayed inside Reading David I Think Dwight York child support You gon' pay the price I'll plug the hole with a memory stick What is life? You're a practice nigger Everything you rappers fill up Victorian ratchet I'ma clap the trigger Then I'ma clean our insides out Like Jack the Ripper Don't be stupid Luxman You're too concerned with views on gossip This ain't the past where Tony could bail you out Like Luca Mudridge I said don't be stupid Luxman You're too concerned with views on gossip This ain't the past where in the spur of a moment Tony could bail you out like Luca Mudridge I learned from Zulu scholars to elevate my human conscience Use your logic You can't hand your body of work around tea Like a Jewish prophet You're a stocking That was cracking his purest form One hit will put you to sleep Like a napkin of chloroform You should've come with an army We gon' parade your body on Camelac I've been playing in country work Pushing whites off the farm Like rubber macabre