(Coming up to the mic it’s) T O to the N Y Never been to NY Maybe one day go to Queens for a queen And in her garden plant my seed See all we can be Then shout out hip hop, south Bronx I mean Or maybe I need a baby all west and wild with that style Either way been needing one from around the way The finest gems from the roughest spots Know the street but strive better and only let the truest in her docks This is no holds bar So after I release one I don’t go back to grasp I’ll let you do that. I’m the swordsman A gentle breeze or a storm to some Two sides of the same blade If that addition is too hard I’ll sum it up Antonio is the monk I pray to Christ And Tony smells of earthly pleasures but trying to get right I mean I just want to be me Take that and flip it Then add two cc’s I mean I went to Estrella Mountain Community College That spells EMCC Seems promising
Back to NY to see what’s happenin I’ll start knocking down buildings in Manhattan Was that an east coast diss? Naw That was a shot to slave owners and big businesses To make us shuck and jive for money Really Tony those references ? Well before you look at me funny My people still out here busting their back for that taste of freedom From Fields to doing your yard Yeah you preaching how you just got out the trap And living like the lessons didn’t teach you how to behave Well why don’t you come back because my people are still in the cage!
First rhymes I ever said was: I got all these beats up in my head I can’t go to bed gotta make that bread, holla “Big stones” said Cassidy Don’t try to master me, I’ll surpass thee as an MC coming from the AZ an O.G. Come test me I’m A to the Z and rhyme everything in between I’m better than anyone ever heard Better with a verb Better with a herd, Get ‘em Trying to make sure your head I split em
Trying to make sure everyone ever heard me before Tryin to be RaW to the literal take it do the reciprocal meaning i’m always ready for WaR Off top, with a mothra Matter a fact on my wall is a TV
That stands for Tony Valencia, Juni-or because I never knew my Fath-ar Shout out Donald Duck Down with Donald trumped Let’s see him visit my streets No police Have him doing my lawn with my dogs off the leash Forget the initiative They claim they for the education and nutrition But corporations still killin our kids I’m not a monk yet god you can smell these earthly desires I love capitalism Prostituting everything Trying to get out, send you to prison Making money off keeping you dumb And when a man kills a man with a gun I’m making money off of every factor I wanna be Viacom Yall don’t need mr rogan to know this fear And yall rappers acting like its the show since you talkin like you eating dick All is fair in love and war Haven’t met my wife yet So I sleep at the battleground Don’t worry I’m from the hood I’m use to the sounds Most out here rhyme the same So equivalent subtraction, all slain Imma stay Jesus yall stay Budd dust Yall crumbs No offense to your theology I’m sick of the land of monopoly Too smart for the dumb I’ll start my Odyssey But shots to Greeks I’m the Apache and yakki No signs of and end I mean you can’t stop me Expensive alcoholics to bartenders Give me your best shot I’m top tier Knock you out and leave you to rot there Why do I need a throne when yall couldn’t reach my stool But playing as if it isn’t cool Shut up button up and eat my stool Foo!
Carolina Chocolate Drops LIVE “Mouth Music” (featuring Adam Matta) (by hyperboymedia)
A musician from the African American jugband tradition sings Irish Sean Nos music accompanied by a beatboxer. This hits on so many of my happy points that I literally got chills. The only thing that could make this more perfect is if one of the other guys was doing accompanying rhythm with a baseball bat.
We saw Carolina Chocolate Drops last night; they were fantastic. It was like an ethnomusicology symposium you coud dance to.