Q-tip - Tony Touch Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Thought] To the best of my knowledge I guess that I'm fresh When I manifest Hold up dog Yo Tone it's the John It's the professional I make your girl get extra low I'm from south with a border like Mexico Jaws talking bout they love me like x and o Cause their man pop early like Plaxico Not conceptual, unexceptional, hundred dollar bills filled of c**aine residue Got you off your deed I'm ten steps ahead of you Fresher than a 1985 fresh festival, live One time for my hoods and my barrios Bloods, Crips, Latin Kings, Trinitarios In the hood staying dipped like Oreos Even with a Moms on their sh** like Marios From the Illadelph valley side of things And Enbalmed in my words in the Valley of the Kings When I finish y'all, I ring alarms like Tenor Saw And rage war with a Renascence, ya'll better get it far Rest in Peace, J. Dilla The Legendary Roots Crew from the city of Philla Yup, mines the math Though I rocks the mic and never got to past But I got your a** Listen, uh Well, I'm a legend in my own time Look at y'all, just a legend in your own mind I let the drum talk to me cause it don't lie A lot of rappers try to k** it but they don't die Keep them coming back and feel it like a throatpie La vida loca, from something toke to this Grand Imperial, hall of fame material Black, general 215, name rank and cereal My thing highly flammable I bang like a hammer do Swine flu, bird flu, and every type of animal I'm immune to Tamiflu I'll be God Damn if you Insane and bananas too My bling is intangible Well it's the Jet Li I'm working on your requiem Step in a party everybody scream, "That's him!" I push a fast BM Black gray Gatsby and My gats be in the Belfry that the bats be in A box is what you never gonna catch me in If this the last day and times n***a Cash in Yep Looks like a job for a conquerer Top mr third Mr swerve mr popular You kinda finished Can't see it with binoculars Rather have a fish bone lodged in your esophogus You ever heard of the world? I'm on top of this Still the most properest Y'all know what the gospel is Bless the child I ain't wind up a x-file After {???} self imposed exile I reimerged cut from a different textile They say i'm just wild Waiting on my next trial I've always been the n***a with the most fresh style In '98 I rocked what you copped just now I had dreams like Akira Kurasowa And realized my meteoric rise to power They say I drive 220 miles per hour Sixteen bars: 220 thousand dollars [???]About it Reliant hypnotic The game full of too many funny clowns and cowards Look Son of a'slam aleikum I'm an abomination A marijuana patient With Grammy nominations If everything and everybody in their proper places Black Thought is out his mind he on that outer space sh** Spotted on the red carpet steppin' out a space ship With a gla** of shiraz and two around the way chicks Nowadays don't nobody say sh** You don't want to see me get up on my modern day sh** Try to tell you Thought's dangerous Can't nobody hang with this Great Translated into 80 different languages Websters and Cambridges Every day the chamber switch Grown-a** man I don't know who the f** you playing with I Leave with heads in my Take-away-from-dinner bag Wicked grin like Mahmoud Ahmedinijad Never been a nice n***a cuz they finish last I'm a menace That's what i'ma be remembered as Fresh