Tony Touch - CNN Freestyle lyrics

[Noreaga] Tony Touch, Iraq, Iraq, 50 MC's... A little bit a thugs is all it takes To make this industry just brake *repeat* What, what, what poison arrows Swords and lords, yo, but really My Mac-milly, spray n***as, lay n***as Yo the Cognac, make you feel unbeatable Yo, especially, when that a** drunk too much I call up Tony Touch, Tony Touch bring the next dutch Yo I'm all f**ed up, bent and can't think While you both stink, don't even care that you sink Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive Can't even get with, sh** I dealt wit I'm on some other sh**, my main script describe the foulness Panama Can*lness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest Kid, n***a, can't touch this, rush this, yo what [talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it] What, I'm bout to f** sh** up, what f** it up *repeat 3* fu*k IT UP fu*k IT UP fu*k IT UP, what what!?! We on the lines like the internet Many will come but few was chosen Against my set, there ain't a n***a yet Smoke so much n***as say I need Nicorette You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning I own women, three-fourths rock and linen This Middle East sh**, father beat sh** Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces We rock camels, split that a** in text Yo we bag b**hes after we f** em and say thanks Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me I don't, wanna crawl at all You wanna be a thug, you used to play ball Runs the play for Seton Hall Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu? Always, smell like sh**, used to call you doo-doo Never came oustide, in the crib you hide Scared to d**h While we played manhunt, to our last breath I never chose this life, it chose me What, LFC, heavy amount with j**elry Crime Syndicate, n***a livin this Never mention miss ? Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on With the string on, with fatigue on Fresh Avirex's, co*kpit, now from the outlet Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic What, I'm on some ides in the militant You either with me or against me That in between sh** make the money stop too intensely So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't k** this [Tony Touch: Till Capone comes home] What n***as, Iraq...realize that...