Tony Touch Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Black Thought]
To the best of my knowledge, I guess that I'm fresh when I manifest
Hold up, dawg. What's going on?
Yo, Tone, it's the Jawn

[Verse 1: Black Thought, ?]
Ayo, we coming to y'all with [?], the professional, I make your girl get extra low
I'm from south with a border like Mexico
Jaws talking bout they love me like x and o
'Cause their man pop early like Plaxico
Not conceptual, unexceptional
Hundred dollar bills filled of cocaine residue
Got you off your deed I'm ten steps ahead of you
Fresher than a 1985 fresh festival, live
One time for my hoods and my barrios
Bloods, Crips, Latin Kings, Trinitarios
In the hood staying dipped like Oreos
Even with a Moms on their sh*t like Marios
From the Illadelph valley side of things
And embalmed in my words in the Valley of the Kings
When I finish y'all, I ring alarms like Tenor Saw
And rage war with a Renascence, ya'll better get it far
Rest in Peace, J. Dilla
The Legendary Roots Crew from the city of Philla'
Yup, mines the math
Though I rocks the mic and never got to past, but I got your ass, listen, uh
Well, I'm a legend in my own time
Look at y'all, just a legend in your own mind
I let the drum talk to me, 'cause it don't lie
A lot of rappers try to kill it, but they don't die
Keep them coming back and feel it like a throatpie
La vida loca, from something toke to this
Grand Imperial, hall of fame material
Black, general 215, name rank and cereal
My thing highly flammable, I bang like a hammer do
Swine flu, bird flu, and every type of animal
I'm immune to Tamiflu, I'll be goddamned if you
Insane and bananas too, my bling is intangible
Well it's the Jet Li, I'm working on your requiem
Step in a party everybody scream, "That's him!"
I push a fast BM black gray Gatsby and
My gats be in the belfry that the bats be in
A box is what you never gon' catch me in (Woo! Yeah!)
If this the last day and times n*gga, cash in
Yep, looks like a job for a conquerer
Top mr third Mr swerve mr popular
You kinda finished, can't see it with binoculars
Rather have a fish bone lodged in your esophogus
You ever heard of the world? I'm on top of this
Still the most properest, y'all know what the gospel is (Woo!)
Bless the child, I ain't wind up a x-file
After {?} self imposed exile
I reimerged cut from a different textile
They say i'm just wild, waiting on my next trial (Hahaha)
I've always been the n*gga with the most fresh style
In '98 I rocked what you copped just now
I had dreams like Akira Kurosawa
And realized my meteoric rise to power (Uh)
They my drive 220 miles per hour (Hahaha)
Sixteen bars: 220 thousand dollars (Black Thought)
[?] About it, reliant, hypnotic
The game full of too many funny clowns and cowards
Look, son of a'slam aleikum
I'm an abomination, a marijuana patient with Grammy nominations
If everything and everybody in their proper places
Black Thought is out his mind, he on that outer space sh*t
Spotted on the red carpet steppin' out a space ship
With a glass of shiraz and two around the way chicks
Nowadays don't nobody say sh*t
You don't want to see me get up on my modern-day sh*t
Try to tell you Thought's dangerous, can't nobody hang with this Great
Translated into 80 different languages
Websters and Cambridges, every day the chamber switch
Grown-ass man, I don't know who the f*ck you playing with
I leave with heads in my take-away-from-dinner bag
Wicked grin like Mahmoud Ahmedinijad
Never been a nice n*gga 'cause they finish last
I'm a menace, that's what i'ma be remembered as! Fresh
[Talking and Q-Tip verse]

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Don’t even worry 'bout it, my legendary stylin'
Between Harry Belafonte and Harry Allen
I’m from a city where it’s violent and it’s overcrowded
I put it on the map, y'all ain't even know about it
I brought the poet out it, the soul flowin' out it
Make it hard to figure how y’all managed to go without it
A mic with a cord, I never do a show without it
When dealin' with fraud I lift 'em up and throw it out
I know the way to go the route, show you what a soldier 'bout
Big boy arms I'm holdin' out, clips foldin’ out
Used to be a little snotnose but I'm older now
You can try what you want, I'll tell you what I don't allow
f*ck all the running 'round, you on a hunting ground
You spit a hundred bars, I spit a hundred rounds
You run a hundred yards tryna get outta bounds
That’s when I tackle y’all and show you how the thunder sounds
Bang ya, as we approach the danger
Rhymes that invoke your anger
And I ain't know the music was supposed to change us
But when I start spitting it is so contagious
It smokes the pages, I literally spoke to sages
They said it’s no hope to save us
Because we the bad guys, you supposed to blame us
Cause nowadays everybody close to famous
But stop modellin', the wild scholars in the wind like an halogen
Y'all motherf*ckers can forget about challengin'
I blind rappers like a magnified Halogen
You tryna tussle with the truth, how about it then?
I am lightyears beyond, not behind the line
I will separate store from truly divine
Give me a crystal head vodka with a twist of lime
And watch rappers get smoked like a nick of time
I will put you in a body bag, pick a time
I will bring it to your doorstep, kick a rhyme
n*ggas sick but they ain't near sick as I am
Rappers is slick, but they ain't near slick as I am
I don't give a fly, n*ggas stop signifying
Stop cowering, be a man and die dignified
I'm that insecticide, pesticide, genocide
You in the morgue absolutely identified
But nope, I won't do it in the name of love
Until I’ve given it my all and it just ain’t enough
See even winters gettin’ realer than they say it was
Straighten up, who afraid of what? Play your good and ball. Yeah
You work hard til you're better off
24/7, 365 never off
Look at me I'm nocturnal, I don't sleep
Eyes, heavy bags and crows feet, we won't be
Stopped, I don’t work then I won't sleep
Time keep flowing like a river that don’t cease
In the mind of a super n*gga there’s no peace
Can't stop running like I’m ducking the police
Yeah, cruely how they try to do me like cochise
Flow so obese, I’m springing a slow leak
I keep a crowd satisfied like bringing them cold heat
Yo, you’re the pits/Pitts like Angela Jolie
Stop, stop, you know the camera's is goin' see
Wolves lookin' at me like them cannons ain't on me
Please, you ain't dealin' with no amateurs, homie
Philly ain't known for cheesesteak sandwiches only
Yeah, climbed to the top, man, I was lonely
Everybody didn't need mugging like Nick Nolte
But no, I won't stop, won’t drop, won't retire
I'm my own supplier selling goods to the buyer
The torch to the eye of the storm, on fire
Jawns trynna give me birthday sex, like Jeremiah
Hittin' me up on Facebook, I replied, denied
Tell me I'm in the top 5, they ain't never lie
Picture me in that Peking to Paris with a ride, it cost 2 to 5
Them doors suicide, yeah
Testing Thought? That will be your suicide
No matter which corner of the globe you reside, listen
215, dumb sh*t aside
When it come to the job getting done, what am I?
I'm the god of the microphone, praise the lord
Anybody disagree with me, come raise your sword
I'm agent orange, poisonous amazing pawns
And the band keeps raging on, well, listen
And yo, I don’t stop, no, I don't quit
No, I don't stop, no, I don't quit
No, I don't stop, no, I don't quit