Lyrics
“Allow Me to Re-introduce Myself”
Sporting the 59Fifty, feeling good cuz the kid looking slick B. All these girls telling me that I’m looking spiffy, maybe these cats jealous cuz they kinda thrifty. Snuck up on them while they was taking a nap, got a map of Pittsburgh on the front of my hat. They like “Aw dude, what you drop for that?”, more than you make in a month, call it a SALARY CAP. Y’all been lackadaisical, now I’m en fuego, “Thanks for taking the game back!”, and I’m like “Prego!” Easy to mold my words, sorta like Play Do’/Plato, destroying the opposition like a master at “Halo.” When I rap, I take it to the maximum, more fresh flavor than a pack of gum. When I walk down the street, I don’t have to pack a gun, because I keep it sincere, I only rap for fun. Y’all can’t win, just take it on the chin, I stroll behind you, playing a violin. Cuz I’m victorious, much to your chagrin, more awards than the ‘06 Minnesota Twins. Oh what now you’re drawing a blank?, Look, its your career walking the plank. You know I’ll never resort to violence, but I’m from the 412, a Pittsburgh Pirate. And I got a pair of Ice Creams, I’m talking bout sneakers, not talking ‘bout Cheech and Chong’s “Nice Dreams.” Now people wanna be on my team, cuz I’m hot and I got a sick rhyme scheme. Never catch me with a pant sagging clan, I could care less about a bandwagon fan. Now I get support enthusiastically, got my bounce back like I planned it tactically. . *Refrain* Allow me to re-introduce myself, name is Tony, T-O to the NY, and I don’t hail from Brooklyn or Bed Stuy. I’m just a normal, humble PA kid and just to be on a rap track I’m e-late-d. Past few months, I fell off, hard to make it back had to find inspiration, just to make a track. But now I’m back with a pleased disposition, Extreme Makeover: Hip Hop Edition. Back to out-flow all these dimwits, I ain’t Rick Ross but I “Push It to the Limit.” I’m clean, only pen I know has got an ink tip, and it writes my lines always at a fit clip. This is coming out of nowhere, something like stealth, but its sure to lead me to infinite wealth. So in case you forgot and threw me up on a shelf, allow me to re-introduce myself.
That’s nostalgic, vintage A-train stanzas, type that’ll make you say that was bananas. This right here, begins a bonanza, make a few good tracks and they like ’I can’t stand ya.“ I’m surpassing these dudes like they had a Tone Loc look, and were writing ’80s lines in a notebook. My craft should be a crime, as if I were a coke cook, more punch lines than a knock-knock joke book. See the improvement, no longer a rook, like a Hot Sauce crossover - leaving dudes shook. Stealing your thunder, somewhat of a crook, dominating the game like when Kareem had the Skyhook. Since I was a little tyke, had an appetite for ripping mics so I reached out, snatched rap, now I’m gripping tight. Didn’t matter I was white, all that mattered was the rhymes that I recite
Now that I got your attention I’ma let my presence be known I got fans stretching from the “burgh to the Arizon’. Along the way attracting all these people like pheromones, delivering under pressure better than Karl Malone. I rip this track up like a pit-bull terrier, rhymes hit harder than James Farrior. And to accomplish this I use a simple equation, slick rhymes, suave tone and a lot of persuasion. Some probably think I’m just a cocky Caucasian, nothing handed to me so I had to make this occasion. The games falling apart, friction causing abrasion and many men getting by on a lot of evasions. But not me, the 15 year old savior, here set a whole standard of behavior. And this seems a fine opportunity, to change rap’s appearance to the whole community, *Refrain*
