Freestyle 55
Yo, 1997 the Reign's Funk
And the baddest motherfucker DJ on the planet
Tony Touch 50 More Mc's
You know what I'm saying
So don't try to front 'cuz it's All Live
So, Yo Ton' lead the shit off, man
One time yo!
Raise your love up enuff
If you're still there
And to those who rest in peace, y'all
We spill beer and in the name of you
We're dropping enough and the skills here
It's Powert Cypha Part 2, let's get Ill, yeah
Once again, watch the Indian let go
You'll see, I'll have the Soul Industry Pеtro
(Why's that?)
I'm jacking for beats, like a Clepto
With 50 Morе MC's to leave your shit Wiped-so
Stop what you're doing
'cuz I'm about to ruin
The rhythm in the stylee that you're used to
I sound Loco
Sick in the Head, ma' que un poco
I blast on those it's Gas, like Sunoco
I have Mocco, my "Arroz Con Pollo"
Style be Mad Flavor "Adobo" it's one bobo
I've heard you ain't low blow
I've got more flow in case you don't know
I slam Lingo my man, Domingo
He lays me with the Track
And we hit it like that it's Tony Touch
All in the mix, without Kinko
Cincuenta-y-Cinco, Vivo don't blink out
You might miss me
Transformed like Bill Bixby
Make history like I did on Tape 50
I rock Projects don't act out like 'Nam Vets
My Ill concepts don't you like bomb threats?
Cuz I'm different
And don't compare me to another
'cuz they can't hang word to the mother
I'm different so don't compare me to another
'cuz they can't hang word to the mother