[Round 1: Soul]
Yo!
This is your last fuckin' chance you cunt
If you choke then it's finished
I mean one stumble, one stutter, they are going to be livid
Don't even skip shit, if you wrote it then spit it
Fuckin' GOAT of the British, the thought has got me goin' ballistic
I'll decapitate this cunt I'm leaving Tony with stitches
Cause to buy back the respect of the folks that will witness
Will cost an arm and a leg and l'll loan it with interest
Beat him to death with the handset he's been phonin' it in with
But let me calm down and explain so you can actually understand this mate
Imagine it's Saturday you're watchin' Harry Kane at a match away
You got up at the back of 8:00, travel day your pass is paid
Find out he hasn't trained and was out all night doing crack/cocaine
Has a crappy game
Every pass he makes is into massive space, lackin' pace
Every shot’s one your fucking nan could save
40 minutes in, his hands will wave and the gaffer says, "Harry, is your hammy sprained?"
He's like, "Nah, I'm just knackered, mate."
It's not funny though, is it?
You should be fuckin' embarassed
I want you to hear these next two with no other distractions
See when you're judgin' a man it's on the sum of his actions
Not what would've happened if he had done what they asked him
It's about hunger and passion and I see absolutely none in you
Soul vs Tony is a close battle, that's the fuckin' truth the empty money-grabbing shell he left behind I'm running through
Where's the real Tony, and who the fuck are you?
But it's your fault, cause you don't incentivize the dude
To ever try improving, cause every time he fucks up or every time he loses
It's, "If he really cared he would've had a great performance
It was his opponent's big shot and he didn't want to take it from him."
Shit league, small crowd, left too late to prepare
But you're runnin' out of excuses and I'm runnin’ out of patience for 'em
See me, I always try my hardest, if I lose a battle, I lose
And Tony never tries so he's duped the fans into views
It’s like, "If Tony ever tries, think how good he'll actually do."
But Tony wouldn't try cause he couldn't handle the truth
Nah, Tony scared to try cause he wouldn't have an excuse
But you will not say you didn't try, I will not allow you
They're not tryin' to hear that shit and I'm not about to
Even if it's wack as fuck it still doesn't sound true
It's just been so long since he tried he's forgotten how to
But when you watch him choke, you're like bridesmaids watchin' as the groom
Takes an unwilling bride and toss her in a room
And you're standin' in the hall, hushed, talkin' in the group like
"Cover up your ears, it'll all be over soon."
I mean every time the guy chokes, you always let it slide though
He don't choke more than I do, he chokes more than I don't
See, I choked against Caustic and rightly so I got no end of shit for that
He chokes, minutes pass, crowd's like, "Chill chill, he'll get it back."
Does a weather scheme against Ark', people like, "That shit is crack."
Jones does a scheme against him and they're like, "Chilla's wack."
Right? Bro, see my standards, I set them myself
And see when I've failed to reach them, I better myself
The fans set your standards and I bet that it helps
That they set them way lower for you than for anyone else
But you'll see him in a whole new light when I slay him
Caterpillar in the chrysalis, it's life changin'
You want to go out with a bang on top cause lately he been clashin' lots
No effort, only showin' up cause of the cash they brought
And try to bag a groupie cause he likes to get his salad tossed
Old man last legs, this the last chance he got
If we retired on our last battle, for me? The hats are off, mass applause
Clap towards my silhouette on the sunset as I canter off
You? Gettin' hold up by your angry boss
Like, "Tony, your stats have dropped
Take another battle loss, by the end of the week and I'll have your job."
Me? I get a full pension, golden handshake a watch
You? Got a P45 and a cardboard box
So I see him on the edge of the pier, barely hangin' on
Hands on it, stamp him off, finger tips, Hand To God
Rice Krispies: Crackle, Pop
Ex murder, Kalashnikov
Cool waters: Davidoff
Beach body: Hasselhoff
You shouldn't be this out your prime
I know you're under 40, I'm givin' uncle pain, ain't a show he's done with Lordy
"If I spit 3 rounds, I don't lose"
That's over fuckin' corny
I don't need to say he chokes a lot: his slogan does it for me
Yo!
This is your last fuckin' chance you cunt
If you choke then it's finished
I mean one stumble, one stutter, they are going to be livid
Don't even skip shit, if you wrote it then spit it
Fuckin' GOAT of the British, the thought has got me goin' ballistic
I'll decapitate this cunt I'm leaving Tony with stitches
Cause to buy back the respect of the folks that will witness
Will cost an arm and a leg and l'll loan it with interest
Beat him to death with the handset he's been phonin' it in with
But let me calm down and explain so you can actually understand this mate
Imagine it's Saturday you're watchin' Harry Kane at a match away
You got up at the back of 8:00, travel day your pass is paid
Find out he hasn't trained and was out all night doing crack/cocaine
Has a crappy game
Every pass he makes is into massive space, lackin' pace
Every shot’s one your fucking nan could save
40 minutes in, his hands will wave and the gaffer says, "Harry, is your hammy sprained?"
He's like, "Nah, I'm just knackered, mate."
It's not funny though, is it?
You should be fuckin' embarassed
I want you to hear these next two with no other distractions
See when you're judgin' a man it's on the sum of his actions
Not what would've happened if he had done what they asked him
It's about hunger and passion and I see absolutely none in you
Soul vs Tony is a close battle, that's the fuckin' truth the empty money-grabbing shell he left behind I'm running through
Where's the real Tony, and who the fuck are you?
But it's your fault, cause you don't incentivize the dude
To ever try improving, cause every time he fucks up or every time he loses
It's, "If he really cared he would've had a great performance
It was his opponent's big shot and he didn't want to take it from him."
Shit league, small crowd, left too late to prepare
But you're runnin' out of excuses and I'm runnin’ out of patience for 'em
See me, I always try my hardest, if I lose a battle, I lose
And Tony never tries so he's duped the fans into views
It’s like, "If Tony ever tries, think how good he'll actually do."
But Tony wouldn't try cause he couldn't handle the truth
Nah, Tony scared to try cause he wouldn't have an excuse
But you will not say you didn't try, I will not allow you
They're not tryin' to hear that shit and I'm not about to
Even if it's wack as fuck it still doesn't sound true
It's just been so long since he tried he's forgotten how to
But when you watch him choke, you're like bridesmaids watchin' as the groom
Takes an unwilling bride and toss her in a room
And you're standin' in the hall, hushed, talkin' in the group like
"Cover up your ears, it'll all be over soon."
I mean every time the guy chokes, you always let it slide though
He don't choke more than I do, he chokes more than I don't
See, I choked against Caustic and rightly so I got no end of shit for that
He chokes, minutes pass, crowd's like, "Chill chill, he'll get it back."
Does a weather scheme against Ark', people like, "That shit is crack."
Jones does a scheme against him and they're like, "Chilla's wack."
Right? Bro, see my standards, I set them myself
And see when I've failed to reach them, I better myself
The fans set your standards and I bet that it helps
That they set them way lower for you than for anyone else
But you'll see him in a whole new light when I slay him
Caterpillar in the chrysalis, it's life changin'
You want to go out with a bang on top cause lately he been clashin' lots
No effort, only showin' up cause of the cash they brought
And try to bag a groupie cause he likes to get his salad tossed
Old man last legs, this the last chance he got
If we retired on our last battle, for me? The hats are off, mass applause
Clap towards my silhouette on the sunset as I canter off
You? Gettin' hold up by your angry boss
Like, "Tony, your stats have dropped
Take another battle loss, by the end of the week and I'll have your job."
Me? I get a full pension, golden handshake a watch
You? Got a P45 and a cardboard box
So I see him on the edge of the pier, barely hangin' on
Hands on it, stamp him off, finger tips, Hand To God
Rice Krispies: Crackle, Pop
Ex murder, Kalashnikov
Cool waters: Davidoff
Beach body: Hasselhoff
You shouldn't be this out your prime
I know you're under 40, I'm givin' uncle pain, ain't a show he's done with Lordy
"If I spit 3 rounds, I don't lose"
That's over fuckin' corny
I don't need to say he chokes a lot: his slogan does it for me
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