Poison Clan

Poison Freestyle

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featuring Brother Marquis Tony Rock

Verse 1: JT Money
Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro y`don`t know?
I know you`re sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin` you to bed
But not JT Money I`m somethin` like a SudaFed
I give relief that`s far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin` you drowsy
Since I`m from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin`
But in the end, my ass they`ll be kissin`
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin` people think that a giant king
Couldn`t come from the bottom `cause of second string
But I`ma make history as I get hype
Drop a science that`ll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, `cause I`ma, bout to set off
A Poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
I`m outstandin`, leavin` rappers out standin` in the rain
Poison like venom, gettin` in `em, then I conquer
When I`m finished rockin` you`re jockin` for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches
You better take a bufferin` with sufferin` from
The wrath of the style that can`t be outdone
It`s like that y`all, `cause I`m the ultimate
Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand `cause I`m about to sit!

Verse 2: Tony Rock
MC`s up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts
Thinkin` that the only rappers live in New York
Dick-heads like you, they don`t know the deal
Sayin` if it`s not from up there, it can`t be real
But since you`re ignorant and stupid at best,
I`ll have to break this down from the simplest
See Tony Rock make a microphone check
Now see him on stage breakin` a sucka nigga`s neck
Y`all takin` rap back? Get off of that cake!
The only thing you might be able to take is this dick
Sayin` weak-ass rhymes on records and video
Grabbin` on the dick and start cursin`, and even though
You front to be hard while the cameras start shootin`
Knowin` goody-damn well that you as soft as a fig newton
If we was cars, I`d be a Porsche and you, a Nova
On card games, you`re Pitty-pat and I`m Poker
I grab the microphone `cause I can`t wait to smoke a,
Sucka like you, you no-rhymin` joker
Steppin` on stage, and goin` into fits
Workin` up a sweat, but you ain`t rockin` shit
Sayin` weak-ass rhymes, tryin` your best to work the fans up
Why don`t you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up?
Just because you`re from up there, you ain`t got it like that
Boy, you could be killed, and you don`t want that
I`m sayin` rhymes on a funky-ass cut
Marquis, go for yours, because I got MY nut!

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I treat rappers like hoes, roll `em like vogues
Count `em and fold `em and stuff and stack `em like bank-rolls
I`m never on the runnin`, MC`s confronted
Always in my face, wantin` to start somethin`
I can`t keep silent `cause I`m lyrically violent
Step to me, boy, step off, don`t even try it
I giddy up and go, so smooth when I flow
I make suckas get goin` like a 5.0
Ya see, I`ll massacre, sit back and laught at ya,
And when you`re finished, then I`ll embarrass ya
I`m the aggressor, the professor
(I injure/I`ll end ya) like a ninja with a lyrical lecture
Marquis gets silky as I recite `em
Rappers are germs, I`m peroxide to fight `em
I blitz, throwin` hits that`ll put you in a coffin
Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften
People say I`m immaculent, but I`m past that
Others get laughed at, `cause they ain`t half that
They try to achieve, but can`t succeed
They only get stomped on when I stampede
It`s like that, punks, and you all know
Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, continue to flow!

Verse 4: Debonaire
Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, is last on the agenda
Talkin` `bout how brothers constantly pretend to
Be from up North, New York, yeah, Medina
The grass ain`t greener! I guess they never seen a
Rapper from another region gettin` the loot
I`m from the bottom, and got girls feedin` me fruit
And droppin` flowers every time I walk
Is my music identical to that of New York?
It`s original, comin` from the bottom, analyze it
You could come off on your own, but no one tries it
They`d rather have some sloppy jalopy
And get called a wanna-be because they try to copy
But see, the boys, we just laugh
Ain`t a counterfeit rapper on the Skyywalker staff!
And so the wanna-be`s bite the dust
They ain`t certified to rap beside none of us!
And `cause I`m strictly B-U-S-I-N-E-double S
They panickin`, stiff like manequins from all the stress
No one there to mend; they look soft
Anyway, I`m outta here, signin` the fuck off!

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