Tony D vs Chilla Jones

[Round 1: CHILLA JONES] Your fans say you the best ever Cause you dangerous with different stuff Your charisma is unmatched You make the crowd wanna listen up You got killer angles, deadly freestyles And your writtens tough; That's partly why fans gave you the wins over Clips & Lux But I don't give a fuck. Tell me, why is he so elite? Wait a minute. I thought this was Hollow Y'all got me battling Tony D? A nigga with a whole first name, but his last name is only D? Well, I don't give a fuck, y'all getting the same Jones from me Eurgh, why you amp him up? I'm back with the cannon tucked It's Loaded, spitting Hollow rounds like the Black Panther Lux Remember this? "As far as bars, he's a poor man version of Chilla Jones' stuff.” Well, I'm glad Shotty caught on It was clear from your very first battle in this artform Truth: that's word to the pad you copied bars on You been biting heads right off the bat like Ozzy Osbourne Tell your posse, get they mob on? Shit, it's whatever You ain’t a G. You soft as a Dutch sweater, with plush texture Just estrogen. Why your thug’s extra with tough gestures? If it's hyper tension I'll squeeze arms and have a Blood press ya Surgeons pulling fragments out your chest Where the slug entered Now everything coming from the heart like a love letter Whoever praise ya better save ya ‘Cause you ain't got a trey to blam Think graffiti: Tony gon get it shaking Before he spray the can Or turn bitch; that’s how you switch agenda Without changing plans Son gon see pops in the ring like Shane McMahon I’ll shank your man. Watch where you aim the cam If his blood dry on the lens They'll see Burgundy on the screen like Anchorman I know where they rank you fam This is where your name shines; They love you here. I don't expect cheers when it's game time But when they go back to their flats And get to rewind these same lines Oh the irony, how you'll win at home But, lose at home at the same time My frame of mind: why pick me, Tony? That choice senseless, with five 9s I'm Royce reckless I'll pistol whip everyone in your click til your boys neckless Let it ring, then I’m coming after Tone like a voice message This a deathwish, My Killer Instinct is so savage, bruh Lyrically, I'm a Street Fighter; I scold battlers A Mortal (K)ombating this pen? He's no challenger I'm way brighter. I need a writer of Soul (C)alib(u)r So next year, let’s set it up. Let's get him set up for the upset I'll make a deal wit you: an extra buck fifty I’ll get him cut next I got a blade you can't stomach, money: that's a gut-check Sketch artist: that lead drawing ‘ll make him look suspect I must flex. I got a name in the States, Tony I could ignore you Shotty and Soul got a name in the states, too; look at all the work they put in for you After your choke vers’ Real Deal Don't Flop is the only league booking for you I dont get it. Ain’t being wanted ‘posed to have everybody looking for you? I'm putting a whoopin on you Cause you battled dudes who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these Bosstown! [Round 1: TONY D] This weekend, they assembled the greats So props to the staff Cause fans been looking at this schedule amazed The calibre of battle rapper that have stepped in this place I’m talking legends And we get to face some American brays You man are no longer setting the pace You've been sleeping And what's that taught us, if anything, mate? Not to split hairs, but you’re no longer ahead in the race And Chilla, I confess it's a shame Your material? Denim, on a fat bitch, it stretches at strains And I guess in the States, that shit connect and it’s flames But that’s ‘cause they backwards thinking Like a trip down memory lane This crowd a bit more intelligent mate Cause this is England. And now the script read I skin heads Like Shane Meadows setting the stage King pen, this the end of your reign Cause off top, I’m too on point with the tell Ain't that a devilish trait? For the Hell of it, straight rob you for whatever he paid Like, “Hands up. Now back down." Look like you trying to start a Mexican wave How you stepped in my face When I’m at the peak of my powers? The plan is to rain down and rock your world That’s a meteor shower Mr. Jump to top tier from the Proving Ground" That's old news ‘Cause I’m Mr. "If I spit three rounds I don’t lose" You tweeted you was coming here to smoke Tone’s Boots But no you ain’t And that loose Tongue will get its owner Laced; You'll need your soul replaced Cause he'll get worn out, like old shoes You're having second thoughts now; I know you Wishing he never answered the call Like Colin Farrell in Phone Booth On this card he act like trouble; that’s a code blue I'll split your dome into sections for entertainment like the O2 This cold proof you ain't Tone’s rapping equal No antics, no gimmicks. I’m plain old fashioned lethal Online, they over hype you, claim you toe tagging people But don’t force belief in false readings cause they gas you more than they should like a Volkswagen diesel This is evil. What I’m performing is torture Punches have you stumbling as he walks to his corner It’s hard labor, he’s left leaning, like a Corbyn supporter I’m sick. I’ve got a rhyming when I’m talking disorder And I still can't swim No, check the Deffinition, I’m still walking on water Wavy. I don’t sound like C I only took this battle to steal your soundbite clean Cause you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these [Round Two: CHILLA JONES] This round, you getting fire out the gate, like hell’s entrance With conviction behind these bars minus the jail sentence Your chick, say you're a boy And I'm a man, and that's the real difference You can't measure up, that's why I rule her like twelve inches But, let’s use the metric system Guess I gotta switch the plan Soon as I get sent to meet her She on her knees, unzipping pants You the head of the house Well I'll kill a leader when I'm clicking cans And if your, mums mum’s there wit’cha, I'ma hit’cha grams Listen fam You tweeted he was capable of writing with Jones I seen ya sit us in the same tier, that ain't a lie to condone Now I'm tight in a zone. I brought an L to leave this old man ‘cause he ain't know what retire meant, holmes But let him tell it, he ain't retire It was his career on a breather I came here with some ether. You prepared for a schemer Freddy Krueger vers’ Meek Mill: a nightmare to a dreamer Grip the knife. Come get a slice like we sharing a pizza Ventilation how I’m airing the heater Or think a cabbie on a slow day bro; it’s no fair with the meter Either you should've brought your best to me Or backed out, scrap Ccause Eurgh done put you vers’ a steamroller Now let's see if you can flat-out rap You outmatched Y’all think he super smooth cause he grins a lot My troopers move, gripping Glocks to shoot at you Them twins ‘a pop, they sends a shot If you came with a crew of dudes, your friends'll drop You survive? They switch the plot Say "Rubix cube" and spins the block You niggas thought Cause of a few good battles your pens are hot? Debatables, those are ties. We can't tell if they wins or not Defend your spot Cause Americans kill you when you begin to fight us You be on track, and then we stop your run Maybe that's why they tend to knight us You the king of writers? If that's your goal, then touch the stage Vers’ the one they think is Midas Y’all feeling he got the Crown til the K in his mouth Like gingivitis But you supposed to be a pain in my side? Let’s let a pen decide this We both sick, but this a different virus I spit the nicest, ripping cyphers I chews ‘em up, and spits 'em out You chews nothing like you indecisive But y'all claim this nigga righteous, so Tony act pompous Til he slip and inspect a clip like the Bond flick Rock him once, all fists. Knock him unconscious Everybody turn and yell “Oh!” like jaundice Y'all pick. How y'all want his ass to say goodnight? Either shots sail or see if he can navigate a right He tried to phone for help In that case, he had to pay the price Whoever he call ‘a see him covered in blood Like a gladiator fight Good night, ‘cause you battled dudes who sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of 3 rounds like these Bosstown! [Round 2: TONY D] I've come to expose your style Make these people wake up Cause you work hard to force lines Like the barber that gave DNA his shape up This what chilla bring to a written: “You need a genie to defeat me and fix you winning I’ll throw money in a hole, well, you into wishing I don’t feel you, and I trust my intuition You're gettin schooled for a fee, you in tuition.” Then it goes way fuckin left: “Scratch that, I’ll make your dogs flee like they’re into itching Point at hat, big stick make you fly, like you into witching We're going Hertfordshire. After the win, to Hitchin.” It’s that, or shitty word association got him feeling himself So Chilla got some nonsense schemes in store Like Keenan and Kel And some reaches as well, but that shit easy as hell If you ain't even going to bother to speak how it's spelt You're pulling wool over eyes That's what your whole career is I sparked a Benson, started reflecting And it hit me: you're all smoke and mirrors They don’t see the deceit in the lies you bring But the same people claiming your rhymes will win Same people claim Fetty Wap’s the hypest thing Cause In the land of the blind, the one-eyed is the king That shit’s a crutch, it is such simple stuff you're thinking up Makes dumb people feel really smart But it makes smart people feel really dumb If you disregard spelling in real life The way you disregard it in a battle You'd be shit on Countdown Ouija boards ’d be hard for you to handle And you'd start a bit of hassle And cause arguments at Scrabble For instance peeps, listen please And you tell me, is this a reach You know Pocahontas? Ratatouille? Well, he pronounced that using different speech He said "poker honest" and "rat a toolie” Just to fit a Disney scheme “Rat a toolie,” I swear, I sat there in disbelief Like "did he really j-“ And then the crowd cheered, and I kicked the screen That shit is weak. We calling it a waste man method Chilla reach with that Jordan in SpaceJam tekkers You reckless, the way you take it further In the spirit of Johnny Cochran No, J, they let you get away with murder What I’m fearing is the battlers and fans with less experience Are really starting to take that reach shit serious Cause Dot follow your sentences, full stop, period But they’re scheming awful bars and reaching awful hard But I figured black thought will expose The Roots Cause that’s when things fall apart ‘Cause you don’t stand up to scrutiny. You probe and find That what you kick is air Like Bigg K reacting to an opponent’s rhyme I won't deny it’s funny to me that you’ve got an overbite When your performance sucks Cause its got no teeth like Obie Trice They know I’m nice So me catching this body come as no surprise They fucked with me since Double P was part of Tony’s life I came out the hood spitting poison; that’s a cobra strike Now I hold my own, no fucks given; that’s a lonely night And you can't see me and I’m fucking up this room That’s a poltergeist. It’s over, time [Round Three: CHILLA JONES] I heard you paid a London chap to scrape up dirt for you A VIP ticket in exchange for some made-up personals But them lies won't hold weight They'll make it straight up worse for you And I designed every line in this round perfect for hurting you I heard a few things and I was taken aback from that So this round I’m breaking you down No punching back to back Now we criticized T-Rex for being a nurse That be packin straps Well newsflash Turns out T-Rex isn't the only nurse in battle rap As Tony D, you be putting on for London Making the city happy As a nurse, you was putting on… scrubs And changing shitty nappies As Tony D, you was the champ And nobody could get rid of ya As a nurse, you was amped… to take old ladies to the cinema Give it a rest, bruv. You the softest Tony ever You think a G bluffing? Tony Scarface was a thug and drug dealer That kept keys running Tony Soprano was a mob boss That had everyone in the streets duckin But Tony D, a 36-year-old black nurse outta East London You fucking snake Now let me expose how you double crossed Flex hit you for you versus Raptor He even put Gemini on the undercard He told Flex, Eurgh wanted the same battle on a summer card But he would do it on Flex’s platform Cause he ain't fuck with y'all Am I lying? Look at the reaction on this nerd’s face You even accepting that battle Proved you're a rapper with the worst traits You view this as a white league You wanted to feel blacker in the worst way You shoulda known it would be a disaster in the first place Cause that’s a spit in Eurgh’s face And in the States, you'd be an average, colored battler That's all, that's it You got a little humor, some flavor But I don't think you all that sick Plus the rumor is you still owe Flex a little money And that's who you’re trying to avoid contact with There's no honor in that behavior He paid you for labor. You decided to fall back quick Now this is an angle and a scheme You probably won’t get it on the first listen But I said color, humor, labor… anyway, in the U.S., we spell certain words different The point is this: Against Brits, that’s the battles that gave you clout But think about those words, Tony All it takes is an American to take you out What made you doubt I would win? This a L he’s getting I see death in your future; I can’t help these visions Long rod ‘ll make sure it’s his self he’s sticking You get the picture? My shit is sicker And that's why you losing now Against Mr. "Jump to top tier from the Proving Grounds" Bosstown! [Round 3: TONY D] So you’re from Bosstown I was gonna do a Boston rapper scheme, bro Then I realized, there’s Guru, Solar’s ex-boyfriend… And the guy that was in Gangstarr with Premo And Benzino You can tell how I step that I’m on classics It’s an explosive level in the building like bomb damage The diss pen’s fire, ‘cause this pen fire, it dispense fire Cue flames like a Bond gadget I’m cooking and these bars will char-grill your arse, Chill It’s a flipping body, hands down It’s all in the air like a cartwheel I just finished washing the blood off from my last kill Now I brought the big guns out about to rock it for money Like an arms deal There's skulduggery afoot if I’m on my job They put the king vers’ I Well to get ahead, that’s your neck on the chopping block Theres no bones to pick with Tony’s shit This simple precision You try muscling on God’s turf Well, thats a sin you committing And I’m too blessed That’s why he don’t know what to do next Cause his brain can't stomach the idea I ain't food yet We rematch, I’ll be the last man standing over two legs So he losing hard, and thats just bar for bar That’s barring performance Chill a body on ice You’d swear I come to harvest some organs Now if you got that And you caught the unifying theme in it properly It was like, blood.. You know what, fuck it, watch it back That’s how you scheme on a body Now if I seem to be cocky, it’s cause I’m properly focused You're getting polished off, dusted down Swept up, I’m cleaning house Just show I can keep up with the Joneses I'm mercenary molded. I use foresight in the planning stage This The Day of the Jackal and I’ve got the gall to assassinate I woke up just to kill like a Manchurian candidate So you came to the UK for whose name? Are you sane? You must be close to nuts, cause i got you in the pocket. That’s loose change Your number’s up, bingo, and we're in front of a full house To see me put another kid in a box Like when it's too good to pull out See I can read his thoughts so I’ve got to let the people know He can't beat me fair and square He swear he should’ve cheated like Keyshia Cole They love you in Canada Over here different treatment though Cause whats usually Organic process getting sprayed That’s a G.M.O So I figured, cause you don’t really rap that well I’ll stick to the plan And rap circles ‘round you til you tire like the Michelin Man Now this my hometown So don’t get annoyed if you can't win And start hyping up, ‘cause I’m poised to just spark him Like I’m boycotting stardom ‘Cause if I flip, then it’s Clips and Loaded or Loaded and Clips ‘Cause I’ve got to see money hit the floor Like a coin toss in Harlem