T.O.N.Y. invade N.Y
T.O.N.Y. invade N.Y
Iron Solomon
Tomorrow the world, now the metropolitan

[Verse]:
A Jew and a Puerto rock, the union's unorthodox
While he's eatin' plates of platanos I order loxs
With both of us it's like guillotine chopping block
Cause while Tony cuts, I kill the beat off the top
Foamin' at the mouth, I never got my doggy shots
Big dawg, callin' shots, y'all should call me Sol the boss
Stock on the rise even when the market drops
My new cuts got 'em talkin' at the barbershop
I got your main squeeze tastin' on my lollipop
Fuckin' ladies overseas, Jason and the Argonauts
Twist a 40 top, I'mma make the party pop
Like 1999, waitin' for the ball to drop
This flood started off as a water drop
Now my buzz boilin' over like a coffee pot
And I'ma let it keep flowin' till the faucet stop
Cause I've been dreamin' 'bout this since a shorty wop
I've been a dope MC since I was in the ovaries
A flower in the concrete I spit fresh as if I'm potpourri
So many different styles
That Tony T
Could make a 50 MC's tape with only me
Solomon and Tony Touch
Politicin' over brunch
Get the bill and split it like a philly, goin' dutch
Hold the mic, cobra clutch
How a cripple hold a crutch
How a soldier hold a rifle, like a painter hold a brush
This is ice water flow, you ain't cold enough
This is grown man biz, you ain't old enough
Tried to swing for the fence but you chokin' up
One hit could make a hard rock decompose to dust
Tryin' to pose too tough but they big and phoney
I know the world's a stage, but y'all should win a Tony
Or an Oscar, for they phoney actin'
Like a mobster, but they softer than Toni Braxton
I ain't Tony Montana or Tony Soprano
I'm Tony Bennett, I can sing and play on piano
Catch wreck when I tangle, play all the angles
Uh, yeah, I move cause I own the label
No squares in my circle, goons on the payroll
And they only make moves when big homie say so
So I don't go out in public, I mostly lay low
But I'm the talk of New York like Tony Yayo
So send them phoney Tony's home
We on the throne
Just Me & You, Tony! Toni! Toné!
King of the receivers and we in our own zone alone
Swingin' for the bleachers
It's goin' goin' gone
And them home runs do add up
We settin' records off the boards that you can't crush
And the teams that I'm runnin' with are too damn tough
You can't tackle my squad playin' two hand touch
It's like a touch down when Touch on the tables
He's spinnin' on point like he touchin' a dreidel
I'm spittin' like I fell from above with a halo
I got the golden touch I've been touched by an angel
I had to hustle though, my life's been touch and go
But now I'm touchin' dough that I ain't never touched befo'
And now I'm touchin' hoes, I thought was unfuckable
But fuck the bull cause all of that can come and go
My momma told me, if you pick a hobby do it right
And make sure it's well worth it if you choose to fight
So now I'm focused on my goals and ain't losin' sight
I'mma bring the truth to light startin' this Tuesday night

[Outro] [Iron Solomon talking]:
That's how it's done. If that ain't the best one of the year, I'm not doin' my job