Sick 'Em from Tonyversial - Mixtape by Anthony Louis Johnson

[SONG 1: Sick Em (Part 1)]

[Verse 1]
One by one, watcha n**** go dumb on 'em
14 years on the run, Forest Gump on em
Still Slick Rick with a lil' bit of Doug on 'em
IDGAF if I lose cult following
It's high time that I'ma start rainin' hell
Upon n***** who twist s*** like a broken EQ shelf
The Black Husky had enough with the disrespect
Which one of you c**** in here gon' die next?
Throwin' subliminal shots at a liberal
Like I'm the reason for the beef
So what that make you?
No life a** n****, no class a** n****
Naked mole rat with a MAGA hat ass n****
Playa-hatin', talkin' cash s***
Cuz a n**** struggling to stay lowkey since old Bassick
Plus, it's still too many rappers snitchin'
Soft as cave b***** with too many a** pics
UCONN Varsity with a fitted out this b****
The next generation Scott Storch out this b****
Rather DIE than be labeled a "coon"
Makin' mashed potatoes outta your blood with a spoon
Then I'll dance to my music, grip my b****
MFs be worse than them leaked collect calls
Fee, fi, fo, fum
Lemme show you Steven Bonnell II a** h***
where my nickname come from

[Hook]
N**** out here seekin' pity in a suit
Young n***** finna hang 'em from a noose
Ghetto sasaengs lame, tryna get a name
You can keep all your forbidden fruits
Trippin' off your tongue like a n**** can't relate
Y'all expect me to cater to you?
Step on a n**** toes if you wanna,
Sic' my niggas on that a** out the zoo

[Verse 2]
Should've kept your two cents to yourself
Library full of bangers on lock like Shine Gel
Candace Bushnell on the shelf
While you rage-baitin' everybody else but yourself
MFs best miss me with that 'slime' s***
Parasocial ass niggas LOVE to hype up s***
I just pipe up while you hoes quiet as a mouse
Call of Duty: Black Ops goin' down down south
Niggas wanna keep crownin' the foul one's
Pray for my downfall, smile when I frown
1,000 accountants, direct deposit
No wonder why Tyra B came out the closet
No wonder OnlyFans tryna hold n**** hostage
No wonder middle school kids sellin' out of pocket
"No one deserves to die, Ant, please stop this,"
Then why is it everytime a n**** wanna pop shit
Y'all just straight up stab me from behind
I said "It's the f***' colorblind leadin' the colorblind"
FW a n****'s family business
'cuz you scared to admit foul disposition?
GTFO my case, unless you wanna be in one
MF a 23-and-one
Ain't no funk kinda like the one I got
I bet you f*****' r****** ain't even twice as hot
Yeah, I said it, 'cause y'all done pissed a n**** off
Lid to the can of whup-a**, twist a n**** off
Wear your skin out like some Karl Kani coats
Dump your ashes directly on vinyl
N***** choke up when they see the Black Silhouette
Analog horror version of Bennie & the Jets
Still fresh off the shrink, leather black, beige mink
Gray Al Capone suit, WTF you think?
Lil' nappy head n**** comin from a tri-state
Heavy on the prowl for the cream like it's Friday
Make that a** bounce while I crush you with the hard truth
Got a problem, walk cements in my shoes, n****
"Conform," my a**, I'll never bow down
To them ingrown tapeworm lookin' fake cash cows
Cover the Albert Pike statue in piss
Gather Downtown Cabaret with a timeless twist, n****

[SONG 2: Sick 'Em (Part 2)]

[Verse]
Let me clear my throat
Never will you hear me say I'm a God MC yet
I'm still just gettin' started
Boycottin' ABC like we did Walmart,
Dove Awards, and other sorts
Makin' FCC fold like paper planes
Have 'em MIA with some hand grenades
Colleagues gettin' hung, that's a goddamn shame
Especially Mr.--yo, f**k that n****'s name
"Free Palestine," that's what's on my mind
But at the same, they tryna FW mine
Durham PD tryna FW my cousin
Racial profiling and all that other FS
In case n***** piss off ALJ again,
Retaliation is my only option
Don't get me started with Burning Sun
Full of circlejerks, Chris Stokes, and murder one
Extortion this, extortion that
Yours truly don't f**kin' condone that crap
A young n**** f**kin' up the game from afar
Ain't no stoppin' me from exposing who you really are
The power of my pen or pencil, instrumentals,
Digital arts, merch, to prove my potential
Taste my justified black Venom
Blue on the grass like Jesse McReynolds
Blue is my vote while I hit you from the middle
Cuttin' down on Watermelon Red Bull
Four pound on you red fools
For treatin' Rockland and Fairfield County like test tubes
Radio prolly scared to pop this s*** in
'Cause deep down I know their intuitions
It's like when you're majorly signed, you're the big fish
But when you're unsigned PERIOD, you're a piece of s***
Record labels' intellectual property addresses
Kept getting leaked by mad press
I already know wassup with L.A. Reid,
Aaron Hall, Trey Songz, DeVante Swing,
Robin Thicke and The Weeknd to name a few
My childhood's gettin' battered n' bruised
By powers of mankind in flesh
For hundreds and thousands of checks
You know the rest

• R&B/Soul
• folk punk
• garage
• hip hop rock
• instrumentals
• soul
• Bridgeport