Poison Freestyle

featuring Brother Marquis  Tony Rock 



Verse 1: JT Money 

Roll out the red carpet  let the bugles blow 

The pimp deserves a grand intro  why'don't know? 

I know you're sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin' you to bed 

But not JT Money  I'm somethin' like a SudaFed 

I give relief that's far from lousy 

And get the job done without gettin' you drowsy 

Since I'm from the bottom  the other rappers tried dissin' 

But in the end, my ass they'll be kissin' 

I must state how stupid remarks 

Can cause enough friction to give off sparks 

Makin' people think that a giant king 

Couldn't come from the bottom 'cause of second string 

But I'ma make history as I get hype 

Drop a science that'll damage that stereotype 

Ask for drama, 'cause I'ma, bout to set off 

A Poisonous freestyle, instead of 

The average, ordinary everyday thing 

I'm outstandin', leavin' rappers out standin' in the rain 

Poison like venom, gettin' in 'em, then I conquer 

When I'm finished rockin' you're jockin' for an encore 

My masterpieces will smash to pieces 

Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches 

You better take a bufferin' with sufferin' from 

The wrath of the style that can't be outdone 

It's like that y'all, 'cause I'm the ultimate 

Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand 'cause I'm about to sit! 



Verse 2: Tony Rock 

MC's up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts 

Thinkin' that the only rappers live in New York 

Dick-heads like you, they don't know the deal 

Sayin' if it's not from up there, it can't be real 

But since you're ignorant and stupid at best, 

I'll have to break this down from the simplest 

See Tony Rock make a microphone check 

Now see him on stage breakin' a sucka nigga's neck 

y'all takin' rap back? Get off of that cake! 

The only thing you might be able to take is this dick 

Sayin' weak-ass rhymes on records and video 

Grabbin' on the dick and start cursin', and even though 

You front to be hard while the cameras start shootin' 

Knowin' goody-damn well that you as soft as a fig newton 

If we was cars, I'd be a Porsche and you, a Nova 

On card games, you're Pitty-pat and I'm Poker 

I grab the microphone 'cause I can't wait to smoke a, 

Sucka like you, you no-rhymin' joker 

Steppin' on stage, and goin' into fits 

Workin' up a sweat, but you ain't rockin' shit 

Sayin' weak-ass rhymes, tryin' your best to work the fans up 

Why don't you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up? 

Just because you're from up there, you ain't got it like that 

Boy, you could be killed, and you don't want that 

I'm sayin' rhymes on a funky-ass cut 

Marquis, go for yours, because I got MY nut! 



Verse 3: Brother Marquis 

I treat rappers like hoes, roll 'em like vogues 

Count 'em and fold 'em and stuff and stack 'em like bank-rolls 

I'm never on the runnin', MC's confronted 

Always in my face, wantin' to start somethin' 

I can't keep silent 'cause I'm lyrically violent 

Step to me, boy, step off, don't even try it 

I giddy up and go, so smooth when I flow 

I make suckas get goin' like a 5.0 

Ya see, I'll massacre, sit back and laught at ya, 

And when you're finished, then I'll embarrass ya 

I'm the aggressor, the professor 

(I injure/I'll end ya) like a ninja with a lyrical lecture 

Marquis gets silky as I recite 'em 

Rappers are germs, I'm peroxide to fight 'em 

I blitz, throwin' hits that'll put you in a coffin 

Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften 

People say I'm immaculent, but I'm past that 

Others get laughed at, 'cause they ain't half that 

They try to achieve, but can't succeed 

They only get stomped on when I stampede 

It's like that, punks, and you all know 

Debonaire, the Devil's Dad, continue to flow! 



Verse 4: Debonaire 

Debonaire, the Devil's Dad, is last on the agenda 

Talkin' 'bout how brothers constantly pretend to 

Be from up North, New York, yeah, Medina 

The grass ain't greener! I guess they never seen a 

Rapper from another region gettin' the loot 

I'm from the bottom, and got girls feedin' me fruit 

And droppin' flowers every time I walk 

Is my music identical to that of New York? 

It's original, comin' from the bottom, analyze it 

You could come off on your own, but no one tries it 

They'd rather have some sloppy jalopy 

And get called a want to-be because they try to copy 

But see, the boys, we just laugh 

Ain't a counterfeit rapper on the Skyywalker staff! 

And so the want to-be's bite the dust 

They ain't certified to rap beside none of us! 

And 'cause I'm strictly be	-you-S-I-N-E-double S 

They panickin', stiff like manequins from all the stress 

No one there to mend; they look soft 

Anyway, I'm outta here, signin' the fuck off!