[Unanymous]
How did Surf say it versus Hollo?
I made an agreement with Sonny Bam?
And the price for you to keep your life was really high?
The contract said “Fuck him up
But bring him to me alive”?
Listen, Villun
Just because me and Leese partnered up
Doesn’t mean I share Chris’ image
I don’t spit gimmick lyrics
When they were saying I’m all performance and no bars
It was killin’ Villas
So I wrote me a little hitlist and now
It’s time to show him the pen like a prison visit
“Today, it’s all about flow and the spit game
How I’ll erode them two lungs that you hold in your ribcage”
Fuck an intro, lemme skip tape
They named this event Summer Standard
But it’s more like Summer Madness cause now
You’ve been thrown on a big stage
He knows that I win
I can see the ghost in this kid’s face
And it’s nothing to do with his tone or his skin shade
Whatever you put together is always composed in a sick way
But I think your slogan’s a bit plagued
Cause the only reason any of your battles are about
Flow and the spit game
Is ‘cause you just struggle to hold your composure
And choke what you wrote
Like your opponent opened your throat with a switchblade!
BITCH! BITCH!
You committed a killing and it was your mirror’s image that witnessed it
You’re that insignificant sibling that tried to cling to the clitoris
I know, that shit’s ignorant, isn’t it?
So I promise, for this round, mentioning his skin condition
Is strictly prohibited! ...well, a little bit
Cause I don’t even need to rip on his pigment
To expose that Villas is militant and this idiot Villun
Isn’t even a little bit villainous
Let’s tell it how it realistically is, I mean
I figured you ain’t villainous a miniscule bit
When I picture a villain, I think...
Mark Chapman’s pistol equipped or Charles Manson’s criminal wit
Not some underdeveloped idiot that
Chokes trying to make his syllables fit
But it’s cool! I guess Heath Ledger proved
Not all actors that play villains can finish a script!
And although you look like Bane if he had the mask
Ripped from his lips... you’re more like Catwoman
‘Cause this villain’s a BITCH!
Now I know that I could continue straight disrespectin’ him...
By tellin’ him...
That his face is as aged as David Letterman’s...
But I’d just like to say...
That I rate the way you string together creative sentences
And stretch out your schemes
‘Cause I’m also an author that likes to display his penmanship!
But with that out the way...
You’ll get your brain splattered through grey matter
When I wrap you in a straitjacket and force you to take your medicines
It’s back to Area 51 with this alienated specimen
But don’t get it twisted, Villun!
I’m only here to help the condition that has you held in submission
I’m your radiation specialist
But wait! My brain’s inventive!
I don’t even need to slate your melanin
When your misshaped decrepit frame and skeleton
Ain’t developing into straight and I reckon
All the intoxication I’ve seen you partake in
Is just a lame attempt to take away your pain forever
And I ain’t gotta make no bets
On whether it’s H or ketamine
That your brain’s congested with
‘Cause you’re a Villun so it’s normal for you to be taking HEROIN!
Ask Harvey Dent! Ask Harvey Dent!
This is exactly the type of shit that a villain would do
Try to play the hero and wind up
With his face split into two!
Now, when I mention his birth defect
It might bring a bit of pressure to the room
But when it’s broken down scientifically
For your memory to consume
They’ll see it as blind ignorance
Just remember it’s the truth
And second round I’ll help you see it clearer
When I make a spectacle of you!
[Villun]
YO! Yo... yo...
It’s about time I put this faggot in his place
For chattin’ out my name
For acting out of way, Tony told me to shank him with a blade
Or bang him in his face. And I was close to
Cause you tried to chat shit
But then you came over to retract it
Before a [?] exchanged
And that’s no surprise
‘Cause apart from being arrogant and gay
You lot already know that Unanymous is fake
You’re like a mannequin the way your body stays the same
But your character can change
FORGET RAPPING, I’M SNAPPING!
Bamalam should’ve trapped me in a cage
But I’m here now, so I’m leavin’ you hollow and empty
The kinda shit I’ve been jotting is deadly!
They know, bar for bar, you’re not gonna test me!
From city to city, you get a [?]
It’s Pokemon all over again, cause I ain’t never seen
A pig bitch out in that many towns since Officer Jenny!
So let’s talk about psychosis
I know you all think that angle’s gettin’ dry
But I know something that you don’t
And no-one’s analyzed it right
After Theo was gonna bang you on that night
I walked around the corner
You were grabbing at your eyes
Real fuckin’ rap, Unanymous, you cried
You think Tommy Vil was a beast
Of the mannerly types
But it makes sense
You live on a Farmville
OF COURSE YOU’RE THE ONLY ANIMAL ALIVE!!!
I don’t know what made you think
Giving my name a mention was clever
But it’s middle finger to your face and I’m sending that gesture
I was raised out in Stockwell
If man come front me like a bitch, we never beg or surrender
You ain’t nothing but a pussy
I’ve seen Tom boyed so much you gotta question his gender
No one believes you’re real, bruv!
You’re just confused!
And it’s funny, cause you live on a farm with a gun or two
But froze when Eurgh put Shotty and a clip in front of you
Yo, you duck confrontation
What’s nuts about the windows you’ve been jumpin’ through?
Microsoft errors are just like you
When you get involved in trouble, shoot!
So I came here to adjust some views
It’s gonna get long for you, cuz
We need a coroner for this
Listen closely, Tommy
You’re not above Shotty, you’re his bitch
But all of a sudden, now Mosh Team is your clique?
Alright, I see now! Moshing is your thing!
Seeing him in a circle gettin’ killed by HFK and Shazam
Then it became obvious as shit
You must be reppin’ for the deaf
Cause all I saw were bodies in a pit!
And then it got worse the deeper I checked
First HFK and then Charron...
And there was two people at Bless
There’s DNA, there’s Clips
If you break it down further, there’s the sequence you get
Then I think about Holly. How I’d seen her with Jeff
Before I’d seen her with Flex
And you’re like Holly, Tommy
Cause you get beat by one rapper
Passed on, then beat by their friends!
Like rah, you didn’t just bake that woman a cake
You’re such a pussy, you adopted her womanly traits
See, gettin’ rejected by Jeff’s sloppy seconds is the worst
Plus, you compare yourself to Wolverine from the X-Men and it works
You and him are Wolverine and Jean Grey but Tommy’s never gonna learn
She’s a phoenix, you try gettin’ close to a hot bird
And end up gettin’ burnt!
You’re fucking priceless
You live in some weird dragon world
And you’re stuck inside it
With no idea who you are
Or [?]
It’s one man playing different characters
Tommy is Leonardo in Shutter Island
I told [?] I was gonna do you dirty so I’m running riot
But don’t feel too bad, though
This is basic shit I do to my enemies
And you’re not Samson or Lazarus
But for acting so arrogant, you’re gonna feel like
There were hammers thrown, javelins, this pussy’s fuckin’ dead
I’m camel-toe-taggin’ him
So think that cause you’re ten stone, it’s something my pen won’t tackle?
Heck no. (Fifteen.) Fuck you
You got a ghost writer for [?]
Coulda got one for Soul
Who’s to say Frankie Phraser never penned those battles?
If Frankie wrote for you today, then I don’t expect no hassle
Why would I? Your ghost writers
Can’t even make it on the demo channels
So I will kill him, till the crowd are yellin’
“Chill, Villun! Leave him alone!”
Fuck you and writing team on the low
I guess I gotta Pac-Man in now that I’m dealin’ with ghosts!
I spit till they recap rounds
Me, back down? No! They came to see
V black out on Tommy Villas like V blacked out
Or ghosted women passing their vodka limit
Gettin’ hit by a Honda Civic, bounced off a bonnet, spinnin’
Wakin’ outside a hospital with a loss of vision
I black out, black out!
I black out till Bleek’s skin looks like a hash brown!
I black out, black out!
I black out till that man in that crowd’s like
“Damn, wow! Villun! You’re lookin’ kinda black now!”
So, Tommy Villas, stop your whinging
Or get your collar lifted above your [?]
You’re such a pussy, you put the Tom in Atomic Kitten
You’ve been in Don’t Flop and spitting before Ark was locked in prison
You shoulda dealt with Verse first
Call-outs don’t add up when you’ve been dodging digits
