Toca Tuesday Freestyle

T.O.N.Y. invade N.Y T.O.N.Y. invade N.Y Iron Solomon Tomorrow the world, now the metropolitan [Verse]: A Jew and a Puerto rock, the union's unorthodox While he's eatin' plates of platanos I order loxs With both of us it's like guillotine chopping block Cause while Tony cuts, I kill the beat off the top Foamin' at the mouth, I never got my doggy shots Big dawg, callin' shots, y'all should call me Sol the boss Stock on the rise even when the market drops My new cuts got 'em talkin' at the barbershop I got your main squeeze tastin' on my lollipop Fuckin' ladies overseas, Jason and the Argonauts Twist a 40 top, I'mma make the party pop Like 1999, waitin' for the ball to drop This flood started off as a water drop Now my buzz boilin' over like a coffee pot And I'ma let it keep flowin' till the faucet stop Cause I've been dreamin' 'bout this since a shorty wop I've been a dope MC since I was in the ovaries A flower in the concrete I spit fresh as if I'm potpourri So many different styles That Tony T Could make a 50 MC's tape with only me Solomon and Tony Touch Politicin' over brunch Get the bill and split it like a philly, goin' dutch Hold the mic, cobra clutch How a cripple hold a crutch How a soldier hold a rifle, like a painter hold a brush This is ice water flow, you ain't cold enough This is grown man biz, you ain't old enough Tried to swing for the fence but you chokin' up One hit could make a hard rock decompose to dust Tryin' to pose too tough but they big and phoney I know the world's a stage, but y'all should win a Tony Or an Oscar, for they phoney actin' Like a mobster, but they softer than Toni Braxton I ain't Tony Montana or Tony Soprano I'm Tony Bennett, I can sing and play on piano Catch wreck when I tangle, play all the angles Uh, yeah, I move cause I own the label No squares in my circle, goons on the payroll And they only make moves when big homie say so So I don't go out in public, I mostly lay low But I'm the talk of New York like Tony Yayo So send them phoney Tony's home We on the throne Just Me & You, Tony! Toni! Toné! King of the receivers and we in our own zone alone Swingin' for the bleachers It's goin' goin' gone And them home runs do add up We settin' records off the boards that you can't crush And the teams that I'm runnin' with are too damn tough You can't tackle my squad playin' two hand touch It's like a touch down when Touch on the tables He's spinnin' on point like he touchin' a dreidel I'm spittin' like I fell from above with a halo I got the golden touch I've been touched by an angel I had to hustle though, my life's been touch and go But now I'm touchin' dough that I ain't never touched befo' And now I'm touchin' hoes, I thought was unfuckable But fuck the bull cause all of that can come and go My momma told me, if you pick a hobby do it right And make sure it's well worth it if you choose to fight So now I'm focused on my goals and ain't losin' sight I'mma bring the truth to light startin' this Tuesday night [Outro] [Iron Solomon talking]: That's how it's done. If that ain't the best one of the year, I'm not doin' my job