DJ Unknown, DJ Mekalek, Percee P, Rok One - T.O.N.Y. C.R.E.A.M. lyrics

Yeah, yeah uh it’s The
Monarch of the Subterranean
Legendary Lethal
Lyricist, The Rhyme Inspector Percee P
Straight out the BX
Y’all representing for my man DJ
Unknown and DJ Mek (Uh, huh) a lethal
Cerebral verse for the people check it out
And here’s the sequel uh check it

What I state’s a blessing can’t make
A session? Tape your lessons
Scrape the best and give ‘em hard
Times like the Great Depression
Adversaries, bring your crew i
Do bury singers, leave
Every finger broke like guests on
Jerry Springer what I write
Hit's you like ripple, hard
Like your wife nipple, sharp as i-
-cicles fisher Price fit you when those
On the mic switch you believe me
You’ll see me up like I’m a graffiti artist
Hot as Tahiti
Rob a tail the streets are Cabrini
(Are dimes near?)
I’ll step up like you climb stairs
If the sign’s clear all
Lines here get across East to West
Like shuttles at Times Square
Turf BX scorn kids, leave their borns with
Birth defects uh, mics fell from my
Delivery of soliloquys i’m deadly
As killer bees but more iller, G
Got you feeling me like Braille
The ebony one that sever the
Brain and never need melodies
Cleverly, I’ll drop bombs heavily
Like I’m Lebanese copping dap overseas
Shocking Japs i’m topping that wack shit you
Popping, black dropping raps
Wraps on heads as tight as stocking caps
I’ll hit thighs and rip guys clones
Bit my styles to get by
Gimmicks limit their thoughts and resort
To get hotter than lye
See, what? You vs me? Go first, G disperse
B you like Hershey’s mixed with Percee P nuts
Like rat traps, I’ll snap, jack
And backslap all you
Wack acts whose tracks lack and that’s that
Gigolo with the slicker flow
And niggas know, when
It’s the show, whose shit’ll blow and get
Played like a piccolo still, I get bills
With my hip skills (Lose what?)
I’ll make born-again women wanna
Sin battles I’m gonna
Win i’ll perform and then turn
To the cornermen bruised up
Ladies, gentlemen, kin
And friends rush like adren-
-aline to hear next millennium shit
From begin to end
My thoughts are catchy i’ll sell like
A fiend had bought the crack, g those
Supporting rap, B, ought to back
Me from the Bronx, fort Apache

Percee P: yeah, shout-outs to the Jurassic 5
Lootpack, and everybody at Stones Throw
Everybody around the way at
Patterson Projects to
The rest of the world that
Respects me and my style
Of hip hop my man Barney Kulok ayyo, Rok One
Rip that rok One: No doubt Perc’ yo
Mek, turn me up uh, huh yeah ayyo

Rappers talk about all the crimes they commit
But their only is all those wack
Rhymes that they spit man
You claim you keep it gutter and
Thug i asked about you on
The street people just looked at each
Other and shrugged like you ain’t
Busting no slugs or hustling drugs before Jay
Dropped, you ain’t even know
What hustling was
You don’t pole bitches up at the
Club look at your mug, man
You got the type of face
Only a mother could love, so stop
Fronting and stop lying
(Stop it) you’re not thugging
So stop trying you fucks
Ain’t never cocked iron (Nah)
Ain’t never seen shots flying
(Nope) or Glocks firing (Uh, uh)
I’ll make brothers duck like when
They hear a cop siren (Jeah)
I’ll brandish the heat and spray
Off on y’all my raps
Tear through the air and ricochet
Off walls or pene-
Trate through flesh and skin
Your vest is thin
Like a bitch on Dexatrim now
Let’s begin i’ll enter
Through your midsection and switch directions
Rip intestines
Disconnect your limbs you’re deaded
In a split second for disrespecting
A Smith & Wesson messing up your
Sweats and Timbs i’ll hit
Your next of kin and the man next to him at
Confusion speeds that’ll make your head spin
(Whoo)
I’ll chop cats in half and cross-section men
Throw the noose around your neck and chin
And stuff a live hand
Grenade down your throat and eject the pin
And watch your body get torn
To shreds from within (Boom)
Hah blood pouring from your chest
To your shins you wanna
Contest the best, but I’m destined to win
And your chances are extra
Slim like finding cheap
Rent on 86th Street and Lexington, so just
Drop the microphone and jet, ‘cause me
Unknown and Mek’ll give you an
Ass-whipping you won’t forget it’s Rok One