tony valencia jr

Cold heart warmed up on a stove top
Waist of time like a hip tattoo of a clock
Sasquatch in abnormal socks
In the hospital like Peep this doc
No giving a care in an ambulance
In a trance when she dance
Feeling a fire in my pants
Desire in a glance
Rant, pant and revamp
Then I watch toonami
I Hip hop a party
Forget a DJ give me a mariachi
Band that can outstand
And make these white people dance
back with batteries in my pack
Now I’m hitting like the bunny
No money but still get the girls “He’s pretty funny”
I’m a rock star
Playing for arrancars
Moshing with monstars
Scrambled eggs never poched
But god forgive me cause I’ll kill a pocher
Of Arizona I am the bard
Barred barbarian slang blade
scaring them
Scarred by flaws and life of hard
Trying to get a interview with nardwar
Don’t smoke near me I’m asthmatic
At college for English and I’m alright at mathematics.
Trying to be a decent descent for my ancients
Never claim throne but my organs in a jar
Same ones they’d expect me to cook in
Step in the door and they were shooken
And took when witnessed skill
From the pan to the fire never retire
Only admire didn’t shatter a sweat
But held in contempt for uncontemporary content
Only make promises no threats.

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NEW 2014 Tony:
Welcome to Arizone-I-A
Back when all I cared about is when I can play
Back when I questioned why dad was MIA
then found out and wanted him KIA
Now forgiven but still question to let it spray
Thanking god I lived another day
Sitting in class daydreaming
About a love I never had
Still don’t, but focused on goals
Turing coal into diamonds glow
The state where I stomped and fell
Back when I was so alone I created alter egos
Back when I questioned an alter’s heros
Back when mom drove me around in her jeep so I could sleep
Before I was inspired by eminem spitting heat
Back when mom packed a baseball bat in the back of the fridge
Before a Burt bridge and just trying to live.
Now a verbal assassin still courteous
Soon victorious story teller who’s mic packin
Me with a pen and a pad that’s like your girl with a maxi
I spill blood not ink
Yeah I got issues but these break beats are my shrink
Soul is at a mode only God control
Take to sacrifice all vices that I hold
All the dates, going to the same places to eat,
got waitresses asking questions to peep
But unlike them I mind my biz, like Marie
I use to see myself as an ugly darkie
Till I attracted attention cause I was lyrically lynchin
Half Mexican and engine
So of course when I spit you hear (vrriin vrriin)
Spitting sharper than armored harps playing music to homer using shark teeth
Confidence increased since I flattened my belly
Rhyme nuts and watch dudes get jelly
I’m just trying to get respect & bread, wheat
So unique flow gallons, catch everyone praising a leak
A freak like: me, Mystik, Storm, rouge in bed while its video tapped by beast
Watch people Worship (worsh-up)
What I cook up
Love like arroz con leche,
Or like I was arroused and let it spray on your girls face
And come after the rhyming pastor
Found playing in the hay sucking on nips for milk in a paster
See old girls miss me buying my poster
Be on top of the world but still stopped by bigot cops (no sir)
Verb superb though they can’t comprehend
So they just pretend
Pretests proved I was a genius but lost it when helium intakes
And low attention rates
Yet sharp as Katana blades & ice skates
Dance on your face
and leave my name in the shape of an 8
Never to late unless you tryin to beat me
Maybe in middle school you could’ve claimed victory
But even then I’d have you reachin for your written words
When y'all suck kid backwards
While eyes stare like the hungry wolf
Now I’m more concerned with you removing your eyes from the wool
And trying to survive school
College English majored
When I’m in class I just wanna quit
And prove I’m Tyson eating mike & Ikes
Wearing fresh nikes, in the middle of the night
Wielding a street spike, and a mind like the island of rike
With verses you’d break your fingers trying to type
And each step is seismic hype
Is what I am on a mic.
Rhymin like I came up with this on the locomotive
And the locals are my motive
Damn right I’m a loco but glad few know it

Tired of people doubting skill
Started in the underground and this is my drill
Cause riots and thrill
Over lyrical feel

Waking up in the middle of the night to write a dope line before I forget
But all the schemes of rhymes
That I lost still prove I’m the best yet
Trying to slap box God with arms of a t-Rex
Got family that grew up on a ranch,
And a step dad who always criticizes my hairstyle an how I’m dressing
Appreently I look to much like an ese
But speak like I wrote a thousand of em, but let the ignorance stay
But when I try to grow my hair out he fusses and complains
Then I shave it and almosts busts paint
I remember the first time a girl let me grind
The only awkward part was my boner busting out of my slacks
She felt it and looked at me almost mad
I said cut me some slack
You’re dancing like you want me to E-Jack
And if you don’t know me now U-Late
I spit love like arrows from Cupid
And his hairs, pubic
But i make it public and you better enjoy it
I am kind but I’ll fight like driving around the parking lot in college looking for a spot And if you steal mine
You’ll greet more than sunshine
but a steel consealed sheathed
if not a fist of mine
My dream is like a left turn you hesitate when an oncoming car might hit
But I risk it all to prove skill in my spit
Remember seeing the same movie with 3 different girls acting like the first
Once low but since my first girl quenched with thirst
Confidence higher than politicians off the smoke from the working man’s joints
But I’m just striving to live a godly life
Forget a side chick I need a wife
Sitting in class I mute the teacher as I start to beatbox
Peers ease drop as I spit tree tops
Ease seeds pleads with god’s decrees
Call me Sherlock when I’m eatin honey combs stating the obvious.
Consoling the soltin
Lyrics are moultin lava
Laying down feeling like I’m sky divin
Screw driver like I’m bumping chopped and screwed when I’m driving
Praising God for the steps I made in a smog
If you can’t handle the heat get out my desert
Word to my mother that made me dessert
When dad deser-Ted
Still in the state where i planted my steak
Bleeding while I’m reading scripture
Ask what faith is and show them the life I lived through
Since I was born felt torn between light and darkness
But when I rap like a blade I just wanna prove I’m the hardest and sharpest
Sitting back with burrito and music bumping spitting dime sacks
Battling this Aztec and Apache will leave you with an Indian burn
From This corninal that pops your corn at the fune-eral
Don’t try to queral against wargreymon you squirrel
Till then I’m breaking pens
ASU student without a dorm
Mentally find peace amongst a apocalyptic storm
Talking hip hop politics with apocalypto
Me with a mic and without is two different forms
And wonder who will bother to remember this author to mourn
But till then im awaiting the sound of Gabriel’s horn

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It’s funny how every week I get weak
So routine that one day I just feel incomplete
Like the fuck am I doing wrong
Why haven’t I recorded a new song
So I stay inside quiet waiting for god’s consent to die
Contemplating every aspect of life
Realizing I’m just an insect with a bit of intellect who dreams of success with kids and a wife
Feel so alone on my own
Love my family but wanna leave home
Just to be able to create that studio I wanted
need to prove to my dad he missed out on this seed
Mom the only one I owe dues since I pay thithes every check
From the military because of a step dad that didn’t neglect
I told my cuzion if she returns from basic
And I’m not on a new level with this music that’s it
If I can’t make a move in 6 months I’ll erase it
Life on the edge and I’m just looking for a reason to jump
Save me from this misery that faces to deface me
Why would I be called by something I don’t trust
Reason I don’t go by my government
Rather the revolution clean sweep and start again
If it was up to my mom I’d be servin sermons
But I pray this mic I’m meant to deliver clever wordin
The mic I Wonder if I’m meant to hold
I don’t judge, cause for my own setbacks I scold
Sometimes i just say the wrong thing,
Sometimes i couldn’t care less what people think
and times i just want to know what she thinks
Funny how I’ve fallen for girls only seen through screens
Type not to be whipped and give up cream
But just seems so scerine to have a family and a fulfilled dream
Came to grips I might die alone
I told god it is in his hands,
though when I said it felt like my chest was under a van
love was separated by a state
Still reminisce over a love that never happened
I still got love for you and I know it’s mutual
However I know it worked out never
Perhaps in some other universe or lifetime shit we could have been forever
Yet in still I respect you enough not to bring your name in these raps.
Just want a girl to believe in me and tell her we can buy an estate
People keep grilling me and there is so much at stake
Ambitions to be great

Aquatic thoughts
Baggage and this is what I brought
Carry, but dump some before buried
In 85 lines describe what I confined

I came up on gangsta content
I thought it was hand in hand conscious
I find it idiotic when some talk about how much money they armed with
When people are starvin.
I just write about my inner thoughts I’m to scared to say aloud
Want my therapeutics to make people ludicrous
Throwing bones as I rock a crowd
College holding me back from more opening acts
But try to find cyphers just to spit fire and sharpen the axe
But stay at the campus poetry slams and open mics
I just want my brother to be proud
And show him a way out from this yelling house
Love him but I’ll be the first to bail and hound him down
My ambition is an addiction
Trying to make the listener a junkie off of the line I slang
Pitchin MP3s for a re up, my skill I bang
rhymes dope of course this is my pipe dream
The man of god who never sold rock
But get the head nod from the dudes on the block
I try to console my soul
Wasting time on this console
High score just to remind me how low
With only memories to hold
Looking in the mirror only see a face full of fear
Image of an inferior’s here
Dark thoughts just trying to cloud the light
Still battling the same sins, seems like the only thing I commit
Wrote these rhymes just to give you my brain to borrow
I took my volcanic rage and artic sorrow
Not to swallow or bottle but combine to make some some self esteem.
When I sit thinking it’s all a useless dream
My fear is that when I shoot to the star
But once I get there I realize it burned out years ago
But need to prove my supporters I don’t need that crutch anymore
The core remain raw able to open the door
And see my Album on shelves in the store
All opponents futile
Maybe it will be my child
To test futility My validity as an MC
my Eyedeas to fulfill my abilities.
Speak E-Z-Aly
Remain the asthmatic, fighting to breath

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85 lines (Aquatic Thoughts)

It’s funny how every week I get weak
So routine that one day I just feel incomplete
Like the fuck am I doing wrong
Why haven’t I recorded a new song
So I stay inside quiet waiting for god’s consent to die
Contemplating every aspect of life
Realizing I’m just an insect with a bit of intellect who dreams of success with kids and a wife
Feel so alone on my own
Love my family but wanna leave home
Just to be able to create that studio I wanted
need to prove to my dad he missed out on this seed
Mom the only one I owe dues since I pay thithes every check
From the military because of a step dad that didn’t neglect
I told my cuzion if she returns from basic
And I’m not on a new level with this music that’s it
If I can’t make a move in 6 months I’ll erase it
Life on the edge and I’m just looking for a reason to jump
Save me from this misery that faces to deface me
Why would I be called by something I don’t trust
Reason I don’t go by my government
Rather the revolution clean sweep and start again
If it was up to my mom I’d be servin sermons
But I pray this mic I’m meant to deliver clever wordin
The mic I Wonder if I’m meant to hold
I don’t judge, cause for my own setbacks I scold
Sometimes i just say the wrong thing,
Sometimes i couldn’t care less what people think
and times i just want to know what she thinks
Funny how I’ve fallen for girls only seen through screens
Type not to be whipped and give up cream
But just seems so scerine to have a family and a fulfilled dream
Came to grips I might die alone
I told god it is in his hands,
though when I said it felt like my chest was under a van
love was separated by a state
Still reminisce over a love that never happened
I still got love for you and I know it’s mutual
However I know it worked out never
Perhaps in some other universe or lifetime shit we could have been forever
Yet in still I respect you enough not to bring your name in these raps.
Just want a girl to believe in me and tell her we can buy an estate
People keep grilling me and there is so much at stake
Ambitions to be great

Aquatic thoughts
Baggage and this is what I brought
Carry, but dump some before buried
In 85 lines describe what I confined

I came up on gangsta content
I thought it was hand in hand conscious
I find it idiotic when some talk about how much money they armed with
When people are starvin.
I just write about my inner thoughts I’m to scared to say aloud
Want my therapeutics to make people ludicrous
Throwing bones as I rock a crowd
College holding me back from more opening acts
But try to find cyphers just to spit fire and sharpen the axe
But stay at the campus poetry slams and open mics
I just want my brother to be proud
And show him a way out from this yelling house
Love him but I’ll be the first to bail and hound him down
My ambition is an addiction
Trying to make the listener a junkie off of the line I slang
Pitchin MP3s for a re up, my skill I bang
rhymes dope of course this is my pipe dream
The man of god who never sold rock
But get the head nod from the dudes on the block
I try to console my soul
Wasting time on this console
High score just to remind me how low
With only memories to hold
Looking in the mirror only see a face full of fear
Image of an inferior’s here
Dark thoughts just trying to cloud the light
Still battling the same sins, seems like the only thing I commit
Wrote these rhymes just to give you my brain to borrow
I took my volcanic rage and artic sorrow
Not to swallow or bottle but combine to make some some self esteem.
When I sit thinking it’s all a useless dream
My fear is that when I shoot to the star
But once I get there I realize it burned out years ago
But need to prove my supporters I don’t need that crutch anymore
The core remain raw able to open the door
And see my Album on shelves in the store
All opponents futile
Maybe it will be my child
To test futility My validity as an MC
my Eyedeas to fulfill my abilities.
Speak E-Z-Aly
Remain the asthmatic, fighting to breath

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Chorus:
The world keeps spinnin
i’m getting nauseous from rotation
Pray to God for my sanity
i need meditation
All to stay afloat
Maintain concentration.

Verse 1:
Still yell at my homies to get the fuck off that corner
(and) they wonder why I shed no tears near no coroner
Cause I rained to Christ praying to keep you safe for another night
I don’t support what puts your fam in court,
but call me if you need back up in that fight
To survive all this bullshit life throws
when those who did the same were our heros
They say send money over seas
when you can go to any city, any 3 stops
find a man on the block
servin what he cooked up on his stove top
and a boy looking at him saying “I want what you got”
The fuck is this when education can’t give two drops of piss, and kids ditch
Corrupt poor but care for the rich?
But dudes act like I didn’t grow up in that same labyrinth
I just got out when moms met step dad and i’m proud of it
But still get nervous when a car passes
have to bite my tongue & hold my fist
from lashing out to colossus
the mindset to: Never trust, First to bust,
Not to be crushed, Live off of greed & lust
I had to die to it
Educated but when something happens they think I did it
Can’t walk anywhere without a fear or hateful stare
(and) I’m just minding my business smiling knowing no one cares
that i’m struggling and fighting to better myself
Pray for God’s protection but still look over my shoulder
Destroy haunting of my mind’s creations
scarred & molded by desolations
hoping it gets better as i get older,
while I look at my loved ones and i can see it just gets colder
Can’t even go around my community at night,
keeping an eye out for another Zimmerman
In a hoodie rapping battle rhymes gonna turn Treyvon to Tony
But wasn’t till recent, that I went out past sunset
I felt decent and they all thought i was menacin’
Get flashbacks of slow cars with no lights
making sure they don’t blast back
When startled by a peddler from my blind side
thinking he could’ve had that

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Verse 2:
Word to Kid Frost, they see me as another Hispanic Causing Panic
When i’m closer to a Hostile Pentecostal
knowing I rather be on a soap box preaching gospel
Showing the love I never saw
Streets talk with teeth sharper than a saw
Thank God I only help my homies slang a bit of weed
and that was all, but before knew if it all fail
I’d get my money up if it meant risking Death & Jail
But again it was before God’s Divine Appointment
Knew mom would’ve whooped my ass so hard no ointment, could help
Still smile even though i’m riddled with dents & welts
But every scar is another notch under my belt
Can’t see the word dad as other’s do,
because connotation is of a man who said Fuck It
Left without a second thought or any Respect
tried to beat on mom but she put his ass in check
I wonder if he still works for UPS
Cause i should send him a letter saying i forgive him for the best
but on the P.S.
Don’t find me cause i’d still jump you and leave you gasping for breath
like those nights I had an asthma attack and you just weren’t there
So it was hard for me to see a father figure who actually cared
Still call my step dad by his first name
though he was there to help mother nurture the flame.
I use to be kind with my heart on my sleeve
Till i seen Man’s evil deeds and the blood dripped teeth of a beast
so each year the shine from my heart decreased
Traps, Betrayal, Ridicule from my loved ones without a clue
made me grow through these bars and be tough
though the child inside still there just armored gruff
Use these headphones to shelter the fearful kid
even without the music it’s a way to keep my lid
wear these Locs to screen these windows built in pain
Geared my soul with a prayer and walk these stains
though the world tries to bleach, I could never forget
Thank God I claimed no set,
when O.G.s said that’s regret
Never Pro-Violence
Just Anti-silence

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Verse 1:

The Gentle Gentile, God given talent & style
Forgiven every enemy but kept them all on file
Visions prophetic, self inflicted wounds never needed the medics.
Go ahead and bite as long as you give credit
Verbals create a shield, stand behind it if i said it.
Let it be know: Only worthy antagonists were self made clones
Skill to hone, display blades through these transmitter microphones
Writing alone, push heart through my hand
Scabbed wrists when accompanied by the pen and the pad.
Fill the app of notes, encouraged by hero’s quotes
Against the grain for the oats,
Poked votes next to my name for the Illest M.C.
For me, only goal is to fulfill purpose
Keep the Lord’s commission and Commandment, My Oath.
Prove my awakening was never worthless
Break Boulders, yet I sin like an unskilled archer
Word to the small soldiers, I ensure regretless upon departure.
Keep a squeegee next to my slate,
Haven’t seen forebear since 9 or 8;
To accompany life’s journey too late!
From the womb to the cocoon in my room.
Under streetlights, latest of nights,
Weaving lyrical tapestries, Immaculately drinking T(ea)
O-N-Y, the collaboration equals the appellation, Zoning to fly.
The disciple that shows mercy to the mercenaries,
though every verse is merciless.
Use synonyms instead of slander & Cuss
Never abide by stress, nothing worth the time and the fuss.
May take a break from a beat & rhyme,
Pen turn to a swiffer and collect dust;
Till stretch, warms ups & calisthenics;
Brush off epics & Poetics.
Sharpen with waterstone,
Eased by David’s Harp for the art in my dome.
This is the start of my Ark to leave home.
Seeds sown, await harvest of The Artist.

Chorus:
The end of my trilogy. My Prologue for you to know me.
The Final passages of my Genesis; Can you feel this?
The End Of The Beginning; so please listen.

Verse 2:
Modern day marvel ready to turn martyr
Never claim King Arthur but an Author
Never lie just honest, yet command comrade marauders.
Pure Ice sickle cynical rhymes,
On a bicycle wielding a cycle,
coming up with lunatic lyrics.
The technics remain relevant, elegance of heaven sent;
Dead bent of success,
Rhyme Eazy, Ruthless; Leave you Molacho,toothless.
Whether on the mic or astronomic, cancerous.
Give all yet still demanders, world overcast my plants
Shoot at my feet and tell me to dance.
Partially listen to a song & criticize, all my hardwork pushed aside;
But trained to long to bare a negative from an irrelevant negligence.
“Lyrics are dope but your beats ain’t shit”
Reason I pack a headstone, R.I.P.
I’m making the most out of what birth equipped.
Equivalent to tutincommon eating Top Ramen,
pondering the words for the rhymin’.
Slit tongue of Simon, Que Dijo Mijo?
Footwork Shinobi but roll Semi.
Decompress contenders marvelous;
Ominous onsets of poetic dominance, yet pray for tolerance.
Written scrolls encode spiritual analyticals;
Here we go: The cole that applied pressure to be a diamond.
In all my works do you get the braille?
Rhymin’ to document internal collidin’, Picked up cross & de-nail.
Describe metamorphosis through orphases.
metrical compositions, push your ear to my chest, listen
Pain pushed through stanzas & balladry, never deceptional fallacies.
Pain push pictures from headquarters;
Flippin’ rhyme dimes, nickel lines, all from penny thoughts.
Live in my soul so I never die in vain,
Slain names of profane lames,
Above the clouds and it can’t be realer,
Falling for my own words cause my speech has so much figure.
My HiStory make sure it never repeats,
Cause if it do, be the last time I ever Fuckin’ Sleep!

Chorus: Repeats

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