We don't play we just all day Grindin Up an away with the daylight Shiinin Tryna make that paper, Stylin Safe like, tryna stay away from sirens and we don't care, what the news say just in breaking through with the new stay hustlin just tryna keep that paper rustlin, And when we play, T an V stay bustin VERSE:1 yo turn that TV off T&V we playin Big Villain and i'm chillin T-G-UN it's not a thing but ya everyday average joe grown k to cali slash yank redcoat, spittin blue like i ain't given a fuck for hues, colours, gradients, and news of the public views on what i'm doin, how i'm spittin and how it sucks for you cos you ain't do it how i do it i Rock cuts to cruise RK- and you know it's all day like that, not that bay slang, dirty south, pay for rap, this that free kinda rippin and that free for all bust a free yo i'm rippin holes through ya wall splittin sides, like ya splittin up ya family bucket, smooth out manourverin over half of these puppets and i know bitches that happily suck it, but i ain't bout that, i got a lil' ripper in the sac and i love it VERSE:2 yo it's the kid bustin the best part of his lung tryna come up in the game obsessed and unsung, some call it a phase, a fad, just one drum, you can beat but it ain't gonna change, just dum dumb! and it's a feat that'd be so sweet if it's matched, but if you ain't grasp the knack you ain't seein no plaques you ain't seein Jack in fact, yo speakin of that if you ain't Ripp the bitch then i guess you keep it in tact and if you, peepin the tracks then it's all in a days, workin till my backs near creakin in all different ways shady like i'm creepin on the beat sportin some Rays' Bannin' most of this crunk shit that's encroachin ya waves shit, this ain't the radio this west coast cali, slash half a pabst 24 rack o' malley Tommy-P y'all, back in the UK and savvy, bringin California sunshine right up your alley!

HOOK: it's like 1 - 2 tommy on the run i got a bee in my bonnet everybody gettin stung and ya... got the gotta love it when it comes to rhymes everybody gettin to it ima come with mines it's like 1 - 2 tommy on the run i got a bee in my bonnet everybody gettin stung and ya... got the gotta love it when it comes to rhymes everybody gettin to it i'ma stun ya minds VERSE 1: yo ima picture of fame, but i'm not yet painted floatin' down a "Main-Stream" but i've not yet made it! i've felt life's pain and some remains and some's faded ....you don't always get your way- but fuck waitin! and fuck David, ima Goliath of sorts throw me in that lion's den i'm the only survivin' corpse and i'm not Danial! cocker-spaniels can yap traps, i'm a wolf that'll howl when the moon is at full wax! ima juke-box in itself....but don't "play me" cos the way life works you get all "boxed" and "all grave-y" life's a bitch - like small-pox and all ladies who call shots, and roll blocks in mer-cedes! they all shady like umbrellas and old Avi's tryna get they're value for fellas like OLD NAVY but don't fail me, my shit-list is all page-y and i'm startin' to run outta ink for these bitches! HOOK: VERSE 2: i'm so underground i ain't even heard of me yet? so when i'm diggin up earth i'm tryna earn the respect! and let the words that i serve you inject, a little culture from the burbs till the whole world turnin they' necks! And when i turn it to checks - i'll be laughin, lookin down from the air maxin, the air force stompin and the NEW ERA caps been, all up on my dome since a young Gun- LA DODGER logo flashin! it's the facts i bust, Anglo saxon to the maximus, aurelias, alias, that's the stuff! the gladiator that'll pack the punch, and colosseums, just cos i'm bein the "cracker" that ya pack for lunch so let me rap this up and get on, cos i got places to be findin my "ch ē", and stay in my zone and "c'est la vie" the mc with the wickedest tone on a mission to keep kickin' till i sit in the throne!

YO HOMIE LIGHT THAT SHIT! Yo Kilnartist-media.com in association with Rockillers.com The Villain show me some Tommy.p.luv Pink Rat Bitch! HOOK: COS I JUST WANNA GET LIFTED, I WANNA GET HIGH SO LET THE BLUNT BURN, PUT A HOLE IN THE SKY AND IF YOU DON'T SMOKE JUST ROLL AND I'LL.... TAKE YOU THERE WITH THE MUSIC. TOMMY-P VERSE 1: Yo it's TOMMY-P Raps, TOMMY-P Rhymes, TOMMY-P tracks for the Nickels & the Dimes, and the Policies that- ima kick 'em on time till ya fuckin' feet tap when ya listen! On The Griiind like yo! don't get it twisted Dogg, my gift somethin you can't teach, quit throwin them bisquits Dogg! And don't Sleep on it, wake up and you missed it Dogg! cos i'm pro-lific with the lyrics & linguistics Dogg! Cos (I just wanna get lifted)...And Get High! move on to the next beat- then i let fly, move on to the next heat- leave the rest "bye!" push a couple CD's and i'm fillin up "BestBuy" And it's not just Phat- it's a new Dress size XXL sweats rest on the West, eyes close when the stress rise, takin deep breathes... Get Lifted, let the beat deal with the rest! The Villain: Cos i just wanna GET LIFTED & GET HIGH hit the blunt and fade in like the Next Guy put my problems on the back burner, take another hit when my turn! baby ima "earner" BUSSIN' TABLES in the Burbs ain't makin me rich- but it works? Gettin so worked up, i just wanna chill on the words... and BURN ONE...Till i....Ain't concerned! HOOK: Tommy-P VERSE 2: Yo my credibility is somethin ima make willingly and when the beat bumpin i make hits and you feelin G It's useful, homie on the breaks like i signed out ..willingly, puffin on the sheesh, take a time out! cos i ride out eazy on the ear melodies on the keys, leisurely at the pier take a piece of me, put it into bars get the clear(ance) once i'm here, wild horses couldn't heed me, Upper Tier-how i keep it, sun-rise to moonlit evenings on the sneak tip- killer wanna be shit! sinner at my weakest but strong in force and by the 18th hole? you see i'm par for the course! hit bars on the floor- like Stars up in Hollywood born to be somethin with more that's in store the course ain't been run yet, the apple ain't cored bite me and you see that i'm seeded for more! The Villain: Cos i just wanna GET LIFTED & GET HIGH hit the blunt and fade in like the Next Guy put my problems on the back burner, take another hit when my turn! baby ima "earner" BUSSIN' TABLES in the Burbs ain't makin me rich- but it works? Gettin so worked up, i just wanna chill on the words... and BURN ONE...Till i....Ain't concerned! HOOK: VERSE 3: I Get off work YEP! you know it's gettin late again and there's no sun rays to greet ya face again same old story, same dedication friend to pick that blunt up and hit it like a chain event and your boss ain't nothin like ya favourite so you bustin your ass to paper to splash, fuck savin! bank got you walkin the plank to make payments talk to branch, callin in a few favours! but, it's always sunny in the AM so you just get your money right and till you got it straight you gotta stay in. get some special K an' add a little dairy an prep a few greens, cos stems ain't necessary cos it's TOMMY-P and on the real- it's a cold world so put an "Oh" in the air baby go twirl get ya home girl, and call the honey over and rock her till her toes curl, feel the composure. x

VERSE 1: Yo i'm slayin this like Rap killin's natural - Veloce-Rap-the-factual Drop a track so dope it's in cotton wrapped capsule Swallow Cats in tact with with their pompous rap act so i polish that - and spit up a model cat's lack Still a lotta Cat's Nap, they Sleep on me and miss the main jist that's wack, (but i aint even stayin pissed) i'm prickin veins to dose you with the game - shits stains on the page bleedin droplets of pain bitch! I got the arsenal stocked on the hard drive - to wreck a lame with one cock of the archive my mind playin mindgames with ma's eyes A Player for real i'll checkin her frame an her bra size So Come with it, or back the fuck off a kid back this Tommy don't need no Gun - to show kid Clap ain't from the slums, I'm in that County where we kick back! it's the Bubble Baby -you don't get popped - you get gift wrapped HOOK: cos everybody wants that west coast lovin Cali Sunshine that we ridin to In the OC where we don't want no trouble just kick back subtle we just ridin through cos everybody wants that west coast lovin Cali Sunshine that be blindin you In the OC where we don't want no trouble and we ain't no thuggs we just ride & cruise VERSE 2: Cos I got it locked from treasure chests to how a cat rock - let the best from my chest -bless the track in exact spots You know the ones, that make ya gasp and make ya back hot the G Thing - stringin facts attached to backdrops I feel alive when i'm vocally ventin feelin what most would be close to if they were kosher at pennin and that said what i'm feenin ain't a pet for this an' - fuck recognition - i'm jus a cat that want a rep for spittin! i started back when i didn't a pot to piss in homie got what you cocks is missin a little extra stamina, that help me rock this bitch an' Make it come with a lil' extra not their best rendition I'm not the best, i'm not the Worst either but i'm a damn well constructed Loggin pieces to beat ya Beavers, Ho -Leave it to me cuhhz i'm chillin in the C - Where the Breeze blowin eaze near the sea front HOOK: VERSE 3: On the streets - ima cuhzin that don't bang with no sets And i only rap when i get time between sleepin with sex I Stack and you know i Grind - you don't see me on steps Cos i Always use the handrail, like i easy attached and get you mad like a text that you get from ya ex with no reason to stress or tie a knot in them shoozies Handlin 16 bars like a seasonal Vet I'm Automatic like them gats that you see in movies I'm makin matters worse, and verse sound better cos my words come compound right down the pers-onal letter That's T for the halfwits, and P for the layers i cake 'em on the tracks for the roadtrips and cdr players So hit the play back, cos B - the homie play that the the alley Cat strays, Oh my days ima save that! if y'all is ballers - place ya bets that i rate phat bottom dollar says that baby steps into fame stat

VERSE: 1 my life ain't all that man it's phat but it's pretty basic write raps, make tracks with a little bass it... make kids wanna kid when they hear it basica-ly make me wanna lax with my k-swiss you can litigate it, you can try to file a suit but you can't suit a track if your knack ain't fit or suit it! so sit back and just tap to the rhythem doods it's like that, crack a Pabst, shit skin a zoot? sick bastard, with class shit it's TOMMY-P what i lack, ain't shit but a lotta G's i make enough to butter bread spread it lov-ely make sure i get by, what's another week? i'm prone to trouble and trouble will find me but i'm still on the grind, like ima shuffle my feet and i'm one of a kind in the rubble we see i call life's bluff, bitch it's rebuttal is weak! cos i ain't been thrown somethin to buckle my shoulders i'm just tryna live God, why you come to my home? and i'm just tryna grow older and cuddle a shorty, and heavens throwin - yea i'll come to the party i'm all about the ambience, menage a trois with hottie blondes, bottlenecks an brunette with a body on 'em lockin checks with sexy little figures till my internet shoppin fetish withers spoons to the dishes, windows to the walls, i'm smooth and ridiculous, i'm down for the cause i'm down to just ball- so throw me the rock i make big plays, get ya quarterback jock! i make shit pay, but i'm puttin in the work and sayin "when" don't mean i'm gonna stop with all the hurt layin the pen, till i'm layed penned in the earth, and if you a real friend you can follow the hearse! HOOK: Cos i'm uuuup all niiight so pass me the weed and pour me some jack son and i'll be alright so let a little breeze in and bump this track son we're goin all niiiight from the day till about the time this sack's done and we'll be alriiight you'll be tappin ya feet by the time this tracks done! i'm up all niiight so pass me the weed and pour me some jack son and i'll be alright so let a little breeze in and bump this track son we're goin all niiiight from the day till about the time this sack's done and we'll be alriiight you'll be tappin ya feet by the time this tracks done! VERSE: 2 cos Luda' disturb the peace? and i creep up on the rap game, on the come up 'Prendergast' is the last name Tommy-GUN blast from the past fame cos this new school shit i hears past lame! i'm a class a drug you ain't gotta try to find that i'm defyin' the manslaughter sty the pigs sweat me, but the babes ruthless on the guy shit i'm "all up in that ass" like a lotta thigh! kiddy what you wanna know yeah i'm the burbs see a kid'll still mix it with ghetto birds, and ghetto kids, flippin lids hear the skids of the tires, breakin necks cuhhz it it what it issss! now it's on with this honkie like donkie kong, hit the gong and the king enters stage left, i grab my dick like it's an effect of my environment but the fact is i stay WEST! cos you can try to take the 'hustle' outta the 'flow' but at the end of the day it's gon' cost ya if you think i'm just crackin jokes cos i'm high off the dro and this crackers polos and lacoste gear shit i lax posture, lead cattle to new pastures the "friends" episode that don't end, just new castings jokes never end with the pen or when i'm plastered shit i leave ya city on the mend like disasters ....Natural as shit, and make mami wanna grab the pillow on her face like oow shit! cos the dood's grip on the bed and acoustics make kids get wet to the music cos the RK crew yep check 1,2,3 OC we flex like ya too strung play hard, with the sex for ya two drums get it straight, now skets get ya move on

VERSE 1: Everybody get they're panties in a twist, when i land on this- track gettin Santa pissed, envious of gifts that i'm handy with, Savvy with the wrist on the pad impressed, make you wanna get lit an sit an smoke cannabis, shit it seem manifest-dest(iny) to make the moves, get in the booth, set the groove to 'lose inhibitions' how i 'handle' this? like 'fifths' of booze, and you ain't tryna dismantle this..you ain't got the tools Bitch! Tolerance-whole bottles! Jump in the car and make way, and it's all throttle "Tommy The Gun" Take names, no mercy, Prisoners locked just like my verse be Rocked when you needin' the spot to shake brains, And there's no grey shades baby, it's "black & white" like i'm stacked with pads, stayin up to rap and write Whether it's 8 that'll make you see i'm in a light? or a 16? spit clean that when you wanna bite on! HOOK: COS ALL Y'ALL KNOW THAT I'M LIKE THIS, TOUCH GOLD ON THE MIC, GON' LIKE THIS GET COLD LIKE THE NIGHT AND I RIDE THIS AIN'T NOTHIN BUY MY MIDAS TOUCH (REPEAT) VERSE 2: Yo Homie got the MIDAS TOUCH whenever the Mic gripped tight enough to suffocate another and suffer the repercussions like a pint of rushed blood that make you check on ya vital signs, keep it hot like "Hansel & Gretal" up in ya ovens! And you.LUV'in how the sound come out, boilin' over like a T-Kettle, bitch handle around my spout! And see pedal hit medal when i'm down not out, i'm "Underground" but i'm eyeing up your town to route! So when the Wolves howl? use ya Cat-flap, runnin in ya house cos i'm out on the prowl no Cat-naps, and i "Chow-Down" like China men hittin the ground sound like Vinyl dun' scratched and i'm stickin the rounds, straight on bars, no chaser, all my bars on paper - lookin better than ya star-sign nature want a star? sign "Ace of Spades", "The Gun" Blazer, walk a HARD-LINE sound like Risin Sonn ways! Yeah cos you might be Un-signed Hype Un-heard flows, Un-derground like you spent ya time burrowed Like you ain't never gonna see the light that shows But every time you touch the mic TURN GOLD! MIDAS TOUCH! HOOK

VERSE 1. hey yo Tommy like a bungee, knowin when i drop that i'm comin up spongy = soakin up that heat - yo i'm sunnin' up So Shun me, if you want that rap where they holla "whaat?" cos most of it's weak, shit Pac woulda shuddered- fuck! I'm what the Gutter touch, street but with no credit, indebted to speak what i think not just been fed it's -the same sheet, same beat, same sick fetish to place speech on a beat where it fit..tetris spit a bit wreckless, steez on the track keep it mid-west-ish like i got a breeze on my back, Rockin fitted's with a motherfuckin "P" on the hat Ain't a Philly but i'm in cities you see on the Map, so get beats like your birthday, boy i'm a star unseen by the north, so i'll shine from afar And when you ridin' in your car, catch a motherfuckin break check Bump this, and make sure you smile at the tape deck! HOOK: Cos i never let this life get the best of me, i'm just tryna style with THE GRIP, Pen only hit the page when it's blessed homie, i'm just tryna ride on this bitch! and i never let these clowns get the best of me, i'm just tryna style on this shit, Pen only hit the page when it's blessed homie, i'm just tryna smile when it hit! VERSE 2. So get fuckin lifted, everybody ride with the wind, i'm gone with it, Clark-Gable-style on the pen whether biro of felt tip it's liable to bend i put pressure on the point you gon' find it in the end it's a blindin little fact that i interact with instrumentals keep it cocked back, not the Gat, just the kid in trebles, With the safety off i point it and i shoot at anythin i don't like, like Rap watered down soup! it got no flavour? you know i ain't fuckin with that, i don't care if it's gone Plat(inum), or somethin they Plaque Cos i'm recordin at home, you know "outta the shack" but it's real Hip-Hop, not just mutterin crap, to me this is somethin i do with a passion and if it ain't imagined? boy i ain't rappin, I aim, blast, shoot & score, the games fastened My point been made, this page just ain't lastin! VERSE 3. Cos i'm ruthless when a little thought pop into my head, tappin' in ya earphones, like i been fuckin with them feds but i'll never sell-out, i'm well stocked with the meds dedicate rhymes to hip hop, stop it! it ain't dead and fuck what Nas said, it's a genre that'll stay G R-Rated, so you better watch it round ya baby and i ain't made it yet but this plot thickens daily and on the real, i could give a fuck if it pays me! I hit the AC like i'm cool in the summer Built ford tough, and i don't fool in the hummer i call bluffs ever since i dropped outta college but these brothers ain't got me on the knowledge i school like i subbed ya! astute teacher is what it is, i learned a few things from a few broads that i kissed and i'm better for it, baby when i drop there's a letter for it, TP EZ off the top ho it's metephoric! Yeah,Tommy.PLUV baby, SHOW ME SOME!

VERSE 1 ey yo this game is rough and yeah it's hard to survive, especially if your white and your hype get you no further than that car you drive! so put you in first and go through the motions riiiide, till you end up on that 9 to 5! But shit, it's where i'm at, and the hair of the cat, got you tongue & you stung like you there on ya back! Pinned to the mat, like 2, 3 pats and you out, The Count Drac-ulaave that and i'm havin' no doubts And my mind playin tricks on my baby tryna convince lady, i'm not just a wannabe shady like check this mic! but homie who gonna pay me? Amateur my dick i stay underground gravy! The loose Cannon, i let it hang like a noose, stabbin instrumental loops like a moose for my new cabin Most passion on the coast with the most Action, lights, camera, ...The Flow Captain! (hook) yo This Hip-Hop-is Hittin' me sparkin up this Hip Hop With in me Say i got this Hip Hop Ability to be a real MC epitemy! (ya feelin me?) VERSE 2 So the stats show that they ain't favourin the Cat so, What am i doin on tracks when i ain't strapped yo? it's cos i'm danger without wavin a gat yo, I keep my hat low and i'm creepin up on the back row, so when the movie stops and you hear screamin' it's cos the plot ends soon as you gimme a reason! and It's hot believe me, the Tea pourin it's steamin It's Willie Beamin, i get sacked to get more freedom! I speak keys on bars tweaked to meet Reason gimme a beat and get beat like pre-season So get festive while i get my santa claus on And scratch trees till these pads get sawed on! Cos there's a - sequel for every flow i drop every bar i hit, every show i rock And when i roll yo, i'm ready to light ya joint, with the ability to write what they bite - the point!

The Villain, Emo Crush & Tommy-P: cos i feel like a bird when i'm flyin through the sky lookin down on the evil they say - heed the words from the wise but why the wise always gotta act so regal. i'm just a cat in this alley and i'm livin tryna scrap with the rest of my people from the curbs to the sky i'm just tryna paint a picture and life is my easel EMO CRUSH: the, sky loses colour, the, clouds fall down, cant, see through this fog, as i, blow through this town. and its, cold on this ground, and its, cold in this air, passin, by the sad clown, with his, face of despair. but i, seen it before, and i, been through his pain, laid, down on those tracks, and just, wait for that train. and i, wait for the end, but the, end never came, so we, live with the stress, and we, deal with the strain. with a, shot to the brain, and you, hope it'll change, but you, cant fade the scars, or wash out the stains. can't, wait for the wind, to, blow through the sales, need to, change shit ourselves, and, time only tells. so, watch for the tick, and, wait for the beat, and, don't be that clown, that passed, out in the street. carry, on down that track, til the, colour comes back, and the, darkness fades, but the, cold always stays. and the, clouds run away, til the, fog thins out, but, dont let this pressure, come, turn into doubt. and, build up that wall, til it, falls and crashes, so just, build it again, right back, up from the ashes. and, again when it falls, just be, waitin' to catch it, ready, prepare to repare, with the, tools to patch it. put a, patch on your spirit, and, plaster your soul, and, step to the beat, til, your heart grows cold. til it, cant pump the red that, flows through your veins, til you cant, cope with the stress, or, handle the strain. with no, strength for the push, and no, strength for the pull, til your, vision comes blurred, and the, lights turn dull. i got, ice in my veins, and, blood in my eyes, so just, keep it emo, yo, crush the disguise. now, pick that lock, and, let loose the alley, cat, out on those streets, where the, thomas o'malley scrap. TOMMYP: yo it's never what it seems to be when you roll though this scenery and the clouds right overhead and you fiend for trees and a little bitta greenery but the plants way over dead, and you never seen shit but the same old "got no game but you tryna fool the aprils" when the first of the month come, tryna luncheon got you pullin those payrolls you just tryna get by, tryna make a life outta those empty pockets you tryna to get wise, still tryna make a wife outta this empty locket and this emcee Rock it but you never see a dime for it, so you keep on the grindin, 9 to 5 but you dyin for it! but you know can't live life, if it's just a fight now and now your heart ain't in it cos you hardened and then part you, get parted with it, and it's always the way, no pay got you tryna make wine outta ya water fossits, startin off on the news years day resolute, but then you sorta lost it and the autumn chases, like the summer months ain't long enough, you lookin up at the birds in the sky, while you stuck right here, rollin you on the bus, and you can't get off, cos the chord you pull ain't got the driver stoppin, so you just keep rollin on, till the ride is over, and they hold the coffin!