Round 1: Shotty Horroh
Some said I wasn't gonna show up
Well that's what the talk was about
But I showed up to the showdown
To show off when the show's on for all of the crowd
The giant was asleep, silently in peace
I advised him to move quietly and sneak beside me but try and be discreet
Because if I wake, there'll be wakes, and I'm no longer tired in the sheets
You woke Goliath just as it was time for him to eat and climb into his seat
The king, the new chapter, I move faster, I put aside my pride so my pride can get a feast
Fuck your stripes, you tigers seem like new-timers trying to compete
I thought you were the main man, all that raw talk and you're just lyin' through your teeth
Oh this is what you waited for, me and you waging war
On a stage for the sake of talk, so let's make 'em talk
It's unfair, you've been scared, since the day started taking course
I've played his thoughts, but I'm not here to take your title Tony...
I'm here to take your corpse
See, it was the real deal when Real Deal said to give Tony a Tony Award
But I got me some rhymes that'll leave him hospitalised
I came to give Tony a ward
Class in session
The ruler's back with straight lines with drastic measures
Your casket's measured, practice makes perfect
But I've practised to the point where I'm past perfection
I'm just battling my past perfections
They say practice what you preach
But I don't preach, you can ask the reverend
It's been a minute since I asked for blessings in my last confession
I don't preach, I teach, and I've got pupils that'll look you in your pupils
And raise arms like they're asking questions, but they don't ask me questions
You need to give a man of my class room... stay back like you have detention
You can't take away from Ad
I taught Math a lesson
I'm unschoolable, they haven't given Ad a lesson since adolescence
Test me and fail, F your circle, you won't pass the papers
I'll smoke him - pass the papers
Fuck dough, it's linguine linguistics - pasta papers
I'm trying to give my nation dough, my donation to battle rap is past Eurgh's papers
Time to pay your pastor papers
You're about to be baptised with bars
So don't whine when the pastor passed the wafers
Tony D's dead, you want to know what he passed away for
I'm the predator, he's the same as when you ask your saviour for a massive favour
And when prey meets predator, that's just nature
But, holy shoulder blades - God's back
You are not martyrs - I said - you do not matter
It's got like if you're godlike I'm God's father's godfather
Since I left, I've been streaming it Rowan
It seems it's upstream that you're rowin'
And you haven't got farther
You put Shuffle and Marlo-on but couldn't brand dough
So you brought back the Godfather
And I couldn't bear it it's tragic
That tear in the fabric is something I'll patch, he knows
Al Pacino, I'm on my Tony shit
Montana, not Tony as in this older prick
Who defends a title that don't exist, I'm over pissed
I'll film a porno of your only chick just to show you it
I mean I'll make your bitch wail and we can see your baby Moby dicked
Jesus faeces - holy shit
I'll make a guitar plectrum from your skull if there's a bone to pick
Try handle bars and die like Hogan's lip
I've got a boot, I turned sideways, I rock jabronis with
You hyped with your mouth, I'm at the side of your house
(ssh) - right where Smokey shits
Snub nose in my scruff clothes, eat shorts like Homer's kid
Who was last seen in Tony's crib
Looking like Scarface, in the last seen with Tony's crib
That's my first round in, safe star blessed
I've got two more rounds and plenty more space in my graveyard left
Round 1: Tony D
They said it wouldn't be a fair fight
If I battled in Manny vers' Shotty
I said I hear that
Just means his people won't have that far to carry his body
That's why I I'm standing here cocky
You fucking with the wrong man
This patch of stage, Islamic State
Your head's coming off on cam
God damn! This one I'm running wild
So they gon' find this cats head in a bag on curry mile
I don't care if we in your home town and habitat
And it's your first match back and you jammed it pack with your fans an that
That ain't a handicap chap
Cause the plan I hatch was to shrink the planets map
Show that it exactly matches the same dimensions of this stage where we're standing at
Now this is my world, you find the Tone right at home
Yeah imagine that, I came to shake man's city like arab cash
I used to battle rap on street, this more of a stage show
Typical city fan, to get ate he had to move from the main road
So that pedestal you put him on, I knock him off
Swinging Ricky Hatton haymakers, these punches body Shotts
You got your head on a chopping block
If Tone acts like he in the swing of things..
Its well executed and your nogin's off
Why is everybody gassing this bottlejob
Cause you put that together, then I light him up rags
That's a Molotov
A lit match and petrol potion, this clash the next explosion
Big flash, the breddah toasted
Dispatch with said opponent
Impact, the second row where
Chins crack, heads are swollen
Ribs smash, legs are broken
[?], his threads are smoking
If you talking spitting raps
This veteran goes and this chat just extra potent
I step to you, run you, then keep it moving
Bitch that's perpetual motion
Don't let the brother front like he ain't already ducked me once
The night I beat Def and cooked that turkey like sunday lunch
I was basking in my glory, till these pair of fucking mugs
Got on stage, made the announcement and stole all my thunder!..
Cunts!
He was cool for a couple months
Couldn't stomach it got bubble guts and concocted some cover up
About how he got sucker punched
You said you were drunk and in a state and got your cousin or your mate
Who by the way, MMA fighter - rumbles in a cage
To punch you in the face
If its the truth you're fucking waste
If its a lie shotty horroh sorry its up there with the greats
Its different level
Its - I did not have sexual relations with that woman Bill Clinton - level
Its - They got weapons of mass destruction we gotta get em - level
Its - Mark Duggan had a pistol so we had to hit him - level
Its lies... And it remind me of a movie
The great white was the star of that jaw story
Unconvincing like Spielberg's rubber shark
But you know what done your dance?
Let tony remind ya, when them shots fired at shots fired got Shotts fired
Cause Rowan ain't like ya
You got online, sand in your swollen vagina
Fuck Don't Flop this, fuck Don't Flop that
Couldn't keep the emotion inside ya
We saw the King Of the Dot footage
All your commotion been cyber
You act worse on the web than Toby Maguire in his role as a spider
Plus the bloke is a liar
And the reason is absurd to me
We didn't battle cause you wanted to earn a fee and
Didn't wanna work for free
If you said that from the jump we would have understood you perfectly
Instead he committed purgery to save face when
I knows his fate, that's cosmetic surgery
Why d'you do it Shotts? You really couldn't stop yourself?
Well you see when you mek up them deh story
You just look like a proper melt
That's why I don't need to kill you cause you already topped yourself
I don't need a crowd or a squad to help
I sonned Adam from that dirt, he got bodied from that dirt
Like I'm God himself
Round 2: Shotty Horroh
Yo, After my verse he was like
Quick, team huddle we need a rebuttle
I'm in deep trouble
Gemini, Help me scheme something that means double
Locksmyth, I know you got a name flip or a theme coming and
Mr 13... Nothing
Poisonous Poets or E & Daniels, I break down both your groups
I'm like the German manager reserving stamina
I'll take out Tony Kroos
It ain't a game, one line would split toe like shinobi shoes
I'm not your friend, I'm the foe To, try I.D
I'll snap in front of your face like a photo booth
That means try with those heavy hands, its metal bands cause
That will be your Death Tone
You got writers block, I came to write on blocks
I ain't talking bout your head stone
You got a way with killing words, I got a way with killing rappers like
Suge Knight and death row
So give the lord salutes, or its auto-tune
We'll give T-pain, and correct Tone
There's levels to this shit
Different zones the distance shows
If this is race, I don't mean race
We're just different Tone
How are you still champ?
You got beat off Ark, Def, Chris and Osh
I don't see T in that picture, unless it's with Kermit but
That's none of my business though
You said you're a star on top with the presents
Fuck all that christmas flow
But you can kiss the game goodbye when you're under this missile, Toe
If we don't believe him, we question marks like Riddler's clothes
They'll get the bam bam before we deuce
We're too bigelow
Bam bam, deuce, two bigelows
Give me dough, I'll cut his mouth
The docs are gonna need to give him a new cheek
They said, Wyclef [?]
I said I did it for a few g's
Tone watch your tone cause if Toe squeeze in pumps
Its new sneaks
Stamp him like hot irons
I'm branding old man like Bruce Lee, that's too deep
Cause Brandon's old man was Bruce Lee
For this weird diva with his cheerleaders screaming "Tell 'em tony!"
And he keeps them around cause against Real Deal
He felt very lonely and he couldn't get his head in focus
If he doesn't have the fellas coaching
He'll end up choking
But when he's with them
The buzz goes to his head and the pheromones are replaced by serotonin and
That made him forget who the king of this era Tone in
But when I finish killing him
Meet me at the bar you're all buying drinks for me
I drink for free, if not there will be a bar raucous and
I will not miss the T
This knife ain't a joke, I be like why so serious if you give me cheek
Act lemon and get iced if you're not gonna watch your lip then T
But lets talk about the schemes he's thieving
Charlie Clips told you he bites bars
Him in and John John would make a mean allegiance
I mean we seen this against Oshea
You had that 'title snatch' scheme and it was seeming decent
But Illmac said that to Bender
Only he said 'title taken' and 'Liam Neeson'
And if you say you didn't see it, chill that
Cause you referenced that exact battle at Set the Standard
When you went against Illmac, that's real rap
(fuck him! Fuck him! Prick!)
Lets have him broken up
Lets focus on each component that makes Tony up
As far as bars, he's a poor man's version of Chilla Jones' stuff
That image [?] is the D-n-n-nons
He loves Hollow so much he stole his look
Mannerisms, well he strokes his nose as much
As Loaded Lux - have you noticed much?
That's why you choke like your opponents holding you in a cobra clutch
Cause you watch Smack battles
And clone them all it'll come across tryna pose like a phony fuck
But we know what's up cause
It's hard remembering your bars when you can't remember who you are
T reckons he's T-rex
He needs his little Dot Mobb caressing his ass
When he's projecting his bars well
Yo tell them they watch me catch this body
Then go back and pretend you was hard
Or I can watch them catch this body
When I leave this little fucking prick dead in their arms
Bruv, don't ever try stare me down
You should know your 4 foot nothing likkle ass isn't man enough to
Wear my crown
Second round in, safe star bless
I got two more rounds.. One more round and
Plenty more space in that graveyard left
Round 2: Tony D
Jesus Christ I'm like the second coming
This like premature ejaculation
A lot of Shotty's fans hearts gon' be aching and breaking
When he herb gets smoked early
That's waking and baking
Either lose or lose bad
That's the ultimatum you facing
Right now he wish he never been born
He Matt Damon as Jason
He was counting on that hometown bias hype, you know
My rounds you quiet like church mouse on a silent night
His rounds - even the filler is getting twice the hype
You try catch the win by pulling strings
That only working if you flying kites
That's why you die tonight
Unless he got an optician that rock with him
Is the only way to test the I and I cause
Out-rhyming man, No
That's an impossible task
You still spitting I'm course advanced
I'm on swallowing bars so face it
That gas and air like an oxygen mask
You know it's lights out
This just a Shott in the dark
It's a message to his fans
You tell them all to stop jocking
He ain't sick, he fake it
Like when you call your boss coughing (ahem, hello)
You think he dope with a pen?
Have you heard his version of Jump Around?
Shit banging right like unloading a skeng
No, reload and focus again and don't let this joker pretend
That whole flow ain't stole from Grafh Roman's Revenge
Now that's too hip hop for some of you
But if you know, you know
That's why this cowboy getting spun like a do-si-do
His punchlines, meh he good for a multi though
Check Tony bro
And my wins vs losses Shotty
I'm Christian Slater doing very bad things
Each scene I plotted body after body Shotty
Are you nicer than me?
What, cause you got more fans than me?... Naturally
You actually pursue this for salary
This something I do 3 times a year on a Saturday
You confusing talent with popularity and
I ain't with that shit Shotts
Not as long as Pharoahe Monch ain't outselling Rick Ross
You getting me pissed off
I'll be clear about it too
I'm like a bitter blind-man cause
I don't wanna hear about them views
Especially, since we're being truthful Shotts
We'll attribute 80% of them views you got
To the dark skin yout' with locks
Who was rocking the gooners top
The rest of your fan base considered lame
Cause they between 12 and 15
And got 'MOSHteam' in their twitter name
You getting slain, but they won't be okay with that
They'll be the reason for that grey area
When this white nose fade to black, I'm stating facts
You can't live with me mate, I'm hitting the stage
A class act - like a nativity play
I'm booked for spitting them flames
My English Lit, on fire I did the math
Same direction but change course to drop science
It's not the wisest move if he let his past battles fool him
They elementary, university's for that real advanced schooling
No, I said they elementary
You need verse of T's for that real advanced schooling
See I put him to the test
They assess and then grade him
But ask them what they say and then they mmm..
Change subject cause your art, history like cave paintings
The ed you casing, private
Schooling to the public you feel the tension
I repeatedly wrote lines for punishment
I'm tryna 3 rass nil your ass, still
2-1? Harsh deal, to a degree
That's a pass still, No
That's a parr still
I long since graduated from your level fam
I mean we the same school of thought
But you following my lesson plan
It's funny how this student and body is what the head had planned
So if there's arms afoot
You get tore so
I won't leave you with a leg to stand
All I knows is he just a next
To lay waste at the veterans hands
What I'm saying is this body gotta put him in a separate bag
Round 3: Shotty Horroh
Me and you? Type to smoke the full bag and
Drink the whole bottle
But there's a difference g I have no kids to feed
I am nobody's role model
E & Daniels oh it's not a crew it's a mixture
Of brew and elixir I'm not condoning that whole motto
That's so hollow
You'd rather do cyphers and drink with them guys that you link
Than spend time with your kids
And that's some shit I don't follow
I can see it, mini-tony approaching you
Happy and vibrant laughing and smiling
Tryna climb up your lap when your rhyming
Till you push him back and decline him like
"Don't bother dad when his writing!"
Cause it's all about the show
You know, clash of titans
You need to write raps and practice the titan
You haven't got time to waste on your family surviving
You're on a champion's diet but
Try to respect this Tony
Your kids can't eat title defences Tony ( I feel for them)
Look at these infant's guardian its like an infant guarding 'em
How do you think they feel, you keep disregarding
For drinks and partying, shit's disheartening
Bitch fix your fathering
I can't let you praise him
Cause he's about 30 with about 30 bouts and them man never paid him
He just raps to be famous, this is about reputation
News flash
There comes a time when a man has to hold up his hands and actually say that hasn't actually made it
This is no longer just your time you're passing and wasting
You need to be bringing back rashers of bacon
For the clan you created
You want them kids to say "No, my dad is the greatest"
But nah, they're gonna say the father was a talent that was wasted
That frazzled out and faded
He put all his time into battle rap, so daddy hadn't raised em
The papi was the pavement
Its a shame you're so shameless
Alcoholism, skin has been aging
Liver solidification and other symptoms it gave him
They see their old man curled up by the sink till he's sick in the bason
Twitching and shaking
Their only Christmas wish is [?]
Father of the year
Arteries hardened through marijuana and the beer
Sat lethargic on his rear
He's probably on that cocaine ghost train
And too charlie to be near
A young man's crying for his father, but nothing farther than his ear
Your spaced out, looking like bambi in the headlights
And I'm the car that's startling the deer
You and your peers appear to be stars cause you peer at the stars
And live by that garbage that you hear
Wake up, Bright lights!
The valley in the clear
Epiphany, your kids just need the father to be near cause
Rap's not working, time you should quit Tone
Your little family need ya... Go home to your kids Tone
But let's talk about that press conference
He said he didn't even want the title
He had that little arrogant speech, all smiles flashing his teeth
Talking about your gonna give it up after you and Unanymous meet
You even said you wanted to drop it after the battle with Leese
Fast and discreet, you get to immaculate streak and say you haven't been beat
But you never wanted that title anyway
You're just happy battling guys you can savage in 3
That title's your protection so you don't have to travel the map and compete
With the international scene
See the real deal is, that Real Deal shit is something you still reinact in your dreams
So you'd rather stay here and get easy wins
Than battle someone you actually class as elite
But listen, you're 5 years older than man Tony
And I'm 28!
They said it's better late than ever are kid
But that's very late!
Yo, listen putting your fingers up, like a dumb kid
That's a fucking shame
You came to Manny tryna floss like the king
In a wooden chain
You're in Manny now are kid!
Look about a bit
Even though it is a fucking wooden chain I'll get Take Note Tox to rap it round his fist
And punch him the fuck out it
Look where you are sunshine
Make sure not to stare me down
If you're wearing a wooden chain of Jesus looking like a member of ACDC
You're never gonna wear a crown
And the funniest thing about this whole shit is I'm bodying the fuck out of ya
And only Locksmyth thinks you've won
Look at him screaming, screaming
The only one that thinks you've won
And he's screaming, he's screaming
"Please Tony, let me drink your cum!"
Yo, listen stop talking
You talk pure bowel
Why don't you take yourself off the stage
And wipe your fucking sweaty head with that fucking dusty towel
(I dare ya, you will get kidnapped in this city. I fucking dare ya)
2 months, a month whatever
With this little midget dissing me
I don't give a fuck, I done zipped him 3 nil
And me and him made history
Don't Flop bitch!
Round 3: Tony D
I told Locksmyth he would mention this
And he's proving it true
But if I got God's head hanging from my neck
What the fuck I do to you? And furthermore
You talking about my kids
That's a different palaver
Bruv, It was so contradictory
How can I fly around the world battling, and then still do my bit as a father?
Battle rappers expose bios, its logical
I don't care, wars fair
So I don't care what they write with the pen in they palm
In battle rap, I expose biological warfare
I don't care when I write, I'm penning nepalm
Cyanide soliloquies, my breath got that death smell when I exhale
Poison lines going over heads like chemtrails
Agent Orange orator
You wanted you got a war
It's too late to back out now
Somebody lock the door
Shock and awe I bring a holocaust to Shotty's door
Bombs galore, rockets launch
Blood guts and a lotta gore
I've exposed what's inside and I really show you Horrohcore
He bitch mate, that's his forte
You see this diva act ain't staged
He really play the broadway
This Tony's award mate
I win and he gotta know
Its gon' be a real drag for man when I
Rocky's horror show
I didn't just come here to collect my check
I'm strong-arming bars like a Flex bicep
They voyeuristic, they came to see a next guy's death
If they stairwell they see it happen step-by-step
It's your funeral, coffins made
Reef, preachers on his way
It's good you got your people close by
They gonna wanna pray
Play gangsta to win and die behind bars like Ronnie Kray
He thought that he had it in the bag and was on his way
Until this thriller jack it and he thinking
But this ain't Shotty-Day, Mkay... Mkay
But it's De Ja vu, to when I was jamming on blocks
I mean, my lines popping so
I'm breaking down and bagging up Shotts
And speaking of it, every song's about the zoots rolled
So if you check every date on Adam's calendar
He's too stoned
And it leads to a pattern in your battles
Ask the kids in the crowd
You know them bits that he forgets and starts dicking around
It's like last orders, and the bartender's kicking you out
You got a full pint on the table, you weren't quick enough in swigging it down
How is that applicable now, you ain't figured it out?
Bruv, they call time in your bars cause you can't finish a round
But they say Tony choke so often
So Tone won't stop him, I don't pose no problem
I'm special move stunning like Stone Cold Austin
Picture me, ruining Shotts like I'm photobombing
I don't care who I'm facing, Tone hits the pen and
Blacks out behind bars like the aryan nation
I'm airing you Ace
And its getting air to the nation
You clearly the favourite
Them gambler guys got burned for their money
Cause that bet is like your comeback
A poor return for the money
You on your job? I'm on my boss shit
I'm making you work for it, money
Cause you said you live for this, so it's gotta be troubling Shotty
You getting comfortably boddied, in your hometown
By a middle-aged man who does this for a hobby
Whether it's that Poisonous legacy
Or the champion pedigree
From this point on, certain guys will remember me
Cause I saw off Shotty like I'm
Modifying weaponry
I won't fall victim to Shotty's gimmicks
Of course there's always space in your graveyard
You don't ever put no bodies in it
Except for Tommy Villus but
He's a little walley ain't'he?
(I'm a monstrosity!!)
At centre-stage I show you how to end the game
That hole you dug for Tony will forever stay an empty grave
But if you get to dwelling on it, and you get dismayed
Console yourself with this thought
You didn't kill me, but at least your rent was paid
