[Round 1: Unanymous]
How did Surf say it versus Hollow?
I made an agreement with Sonny Bam?
And the price for you to keep your life was really high?
The contract said “Fuck him up
But bring him to me alive”?
Listen, Villun
Just because me and Leese partnered up
Doesn’t mean I share Chris’ image
I don’t spit gimmick lyrics
When they were saying I’m all performance and no bars
It was killin’ Villas
So I wrote me a little hit list and now
It’s time to show him the pen like a prison visit
“Today, it’s all about flow and the spit game
How I’ll erode them two lungs that you hold in your rib cage”
Fuck an intro, lemme skip tape
They named this event Summer Standard
But it’s more like Summer Madness cause now
You’ve been thrown on a big stage
He knows that I win
I can see the ghost in this kid’s face
And it’s nothing to do with his tone or his skin shade
Whatever you put together is always composed in a sick way
But I think your slogan’s a bit plagued
Cause the only reason any of your battles are about
Flow and the spit game
Is ‘cause you just struggle to hold your composure
And choke what you wrote
Like your opponent opened your throat with a switchblade!
BITCH! BITCH!
You committed a killing and it was your mirror’s image that witnessed it
You’re that insignificant sibling that tried to cling to the clitoris
I know, that shit’s ignorant, isn’t it?
So I promise, for this round, mentioning his skin condition
Is strictly prohibited! ...well, a little bit
Cause I don’t even need to rip on his pigment
To expose that Villas is militant and this idiot Villun
Isn’t even a little bit villainous
Let’s tell it how it realistically is, I mean
I figured you ain’t villainous a minuscule bit
When I picture a villain, I think...
Mark Chapman’s pistol equipped or Charles Manson’s criminal wit
Not some underdeveloped idiot that
Chokes trying to make his syllables fit
But it’s cool! I guess Heath Ledger proved
Not all actors that play villains can finish a script!
And although you look like Bane if he had the mask
Ripped from his lips... you’re more like Catwoman
‘Cause this villain’s a BITCH!
Now I know that I could continue straight disrespectin’ him...
By tellin’ him...
That his face is as aged as David Letterman’s...
But I’d just like to say...
That I rate the way you string together creative sentences
And stretch out your schemes
‘Cause I’m also an author that likes to display his penmanship!
But with that out the way...
You’ll get your brain splattered through grey matter
When I wrap you in a straitjacket and force you to take your medicines
It’s back to Area 51 with this alienated specimen
But don’t get it twisted, Villun!
I’m only here to help the condition that has you held in submission
I’m your radiation specialist
But wait! My brain’s inventive!
I don’t even need to slate your melanin
When your misshaped decrepit frame and skeleton
Ain’t developing into straight and I reckon
All the intoxication I’ve seen you partake in
Is just a lame attempt to take away your pain forever
And I ain’t gotta make no bets
On whether it’s H or ketamine
That your brain’s congested with
‘Cause you’re a Villun so it’s normal for you to be taking HEROIN!
Ask Harvey Dent! Ask Harvey Dent!
This is exactly the type of shit that a villain would do
Try to play the hero and wind up
With his face split into two!
Now, when I mention his birth defect
It might bring a bit of pressure to the room
But when it’s broken down scientifically
For your memory to consume
They’ll see it as blind ignorance
Just remember it’s the truth
And second round I’ll help you see it clearer
When I make a spectacle of you!
[Round 1: Villun]
YO! Yo... yo...
It’s about time I put this faggot in his place
For chattin’ out my name
For acting out of way, Tony told me to shank him with a blade
Or bang him in his face. And I was close to
Cause you tried to chat shit
But then you came over to retract it
Before a [?] exchanged
And that’s no surprise
‘Cause apart from being arrogant and gay
You lot already know that Unanymous is fake
You’re like a mannequin the way your body stays the same
But your character can change
FORGET RAPPING, I’M SNAPPING!
Bamalam should’ve trapped me in a cage
But I’m here now, so I’m leavin’ you hollow and empty
The kinda shit I’ve been jotting is deadly!
They know, bar for bar, you’re not gonna test me!
From city to city, you get a [?]
It’s Pokemon all over again, cause I ain’t never seen
A pig bitch out in that many towns since Officer Jenny!
So let’s talk about psychosis
I know you all think that angle’s gettin’ dry
But I know something that you don’t
And no-one’s analyzed it right
After Theo was gonna bang you on that night
I walked around the corner
You were grabbing at your eyes
Real fuckin’ rap, Unanymous, you cried
You think Tommy Vil was a beast
Of the mannerly types
But it makes sense though
You live on a farm, Vil
OF COURSE YOU’RE ONLY AN ANIMAL ONLINE!!!
I don’t know what made you think
Giving my name a mention was clever
But it’s middle finger to your face and I’m sending that gesture
I was raised out in Stockwell
If man come front me like a bitch, we never beg or surrender
You ain’t nothing but a pussy
I’ve seen Tom boyed so much you gotta question his gender
No one believes you’re real, bruv!
You’re just confused!
And it’s funny, cause you live on a farm with a gun or two
But froze when Eurgh put Shotty and a clip in front of you
Yo, you duck confrontation
What’s nuts about the windows you’ve been jumpin’ through?
Microsoft errors are just like you
When you get involved in trouble, shoot!
So I came here to adjust some views
It’s gonna get long for you, cause
We need a coroner for this
Listen closely, Tommy
You’re not above Shotty, you’re his bitch
But all of a sudden, now Mosh Team is your clique?
Alright, I see now! Moshing is your thing!
Seeing him in a circle gettin’ killed by HFK and Shazam
Then it became obvious as shit
You must be reppin’ for the dead
Cause all I saw were bodies in a pit!
And then it got worse the deeper I checked
First HFK and then Charron...
And there was two people at Bless
There’s DNA, there’s Clips
If you break it down further, there’s the sequence you get
Then I think about Holly. How I’d seen her with Jeff
Before I’d seen her with Flex
And you’re like Holly, Tommy
Cause you get beat by one rapper
Passed on, then beat by their friends!
Like rah, you didn’t just bake that woman a cake
You’re such a pussy, you adopted her womanly traits
See, gettin’ rejected by Jeff’s sloppy seconds is the worst
Plus, you compare yourself to Wolverine from the X-Men and it works
You and him are Wolverine and Jean Grey but Tommy’s never gonna learn
She’s a phoenix, you try gettin’ close to a hot bird
And end up gettin’ burnt!
You’re fucking priceless
You live in some weird dragon world
And you’re stuck inside it
With no idea who you are
Or [?]
It’s one man playing different characters
Tommy is Leonardo in Shutter Island
I told [?] I was gonna do you dirty so I’m running riot
But don’t feel too bad, though
This is basic shit I do to my enemies
And you’re not Samson or Lazarus
But for acting so arrogant, you’re gonna feel like
There were hammers thrown, javelins, this pussy’s fuckin’ dead
I’m camel-toe-taggin’ him
So think that cause you’re ten stone, it’s something my pen won’t tackle?
Heck no. (Fifteen.) Fuck you
You got a ghost writer for [?]
Coulda got one for Soul
Who’s to say Frankie Phraser never penned those battles?
If Frankie wrote for you today, then I don’t expect no hassle
Why would I? Your ghost writers
Can’t even make it on the demo channels
So I will kill him, till the crowd are yellin’
“Chill, Villun! Leave him alone!”
Fuck you and writing team on the low
I guess I gotta Pac-Man in now that I’m dealin’ with ghosts!
I spit till they recap rounds
Me, back down? No! They came to see
V black out on Tommy Villas like V blacked out
Or ghosted women passing their vodka limit
Gettin’ hit by a Honda Civic, bounced off a bonnet, spinnin’
Wakin’ outside a hospital with a loss of vision
I black out, black out!
I black out till Bleek’s skin looks like a hash brown!
I black out, black out!
I black out till that man in that crowd’s like
“Damn, wow! Villun! You’re lookin’ kinda black now!”
So, Tommy Villas, stop your whinging
Or get your collar lifted above your [?]
You’re such a pussy, you put the Tom in Atomic Kitten
You’ve been in Don’t Flop and spitting before Ark was locked in prison
You shoulda dealt with Verse first
Call-outs don’t add up when you’ve been dodging digits
[Round 2: Unanymous]
They said I was fallin’ off. I needed that
I can read between the gaps
That monstrosity shit’s gettin’ old
THE BEAST IS BACK!
You’ll be lucky if you leave with your teeth intact
I’ll lay this thick fuck thin-crust pizza flat
It’s either that, or you get picked apart with swords
And I’ll let you pick a part from Saw to re-enact
So be at ease, you ain’t at a corporal stage
You’re still a pawn in a game
Now you’re on a war field with Agent Orange
And you’ve caught a grenade
I feel like your actions got some consequences due
Cause if you’d not acted like a whinin’ bitch online
And took the time to think about the finer print
You’d see I complimented you!
All them call-out videos and blogs on the net
Had me thinking to myself: “Was that shit
Over the top and offensive?” Well, probably yes!
But only cause I was hoping to go to war with an obvious vet
So when and made this shit about racism, you lost my RESPECT!
Cause I’m not saying that your skin is hideously infected
But when you place yourself in an environment
Where dissing it was expected
Obviously then people are gonna pick at you
And discredit the skin pigment that’s missing from your genetics!
So, on my part, there’s no apologies
You KNOW the policy
I’ll open your skull up without a lock and key or a Glock to squeeze
There ain’t no antiseptic for this lobotomy
But when I’m done hosing him down with Oxi-Clean
I’ll drop his body off at a hospital to be quarantined!
Now, you knew I’d tell you this shit
So this villain’s wounds are self-inflicted like Chopper Read
Your defensive disses are a mockery, hypocrisy!
Now, you’re in denial and cowardice
I see the bitch in your eyes
You didn’t even wanna battle me
I had to lure you in a spin at a time
Which proves to me that there was a flaw in your scientific design
‘Cause I know only vertebrates develop albinism
And you’re missing your spine!
Now I know Tyrosinase is the vital enzyme
That your body wasn’t provided with at your time of birth
And “villain” also means “tyrant”
So watch as I then combine and decipher words
You’d have been a tyrant’s bitch
Standing in the line of fire for a sniper-rifle first
And banned from being within a mile of church
Cause people like Adolf Hitler depict a tyrant’s line of work
And that’s exactly the type of person
That would have pressed you like an iron shirt
You’d have been seen as nothing more than a lurgy germ
Just some partially fertile sperm
A serpent that squirmed through a
Herpes-burnt cervix to an unearthly birth
Deserving of a learning curve for playing where the detergents were
You’re a worm with dirty vermin fur
That was urgently deterred from church
Cause your condition couldn’t be cured with a sermon’s words!
Fuck you! Prick!
I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got your team behind you
I’ll turn this into a sabotage
Your white face proves that you don’t have no camouflage
And bruv, you couldn’t handle bars if you had that mustache!
See now, you came to try and expose me for being a pussy
I came to set fire to your rap sheet
My style is sick, your style is wack
My style’s like your hat: “You won’t like me when I’m angry”!
You’re a punk, if you fought me I’d fuck you up
Fuck this guy
[Round 2: Villun]
For everyone who was giving him respect
And listened at the end
That just shows, you should quit when you’re ahead
Apparently, when men find partners
It’s always a reflection of their Mums
They say it’s got something to do with tenderness and touch
And how to emulate their love
And you got a girl now, Unan
But I’m not gonna tell them she’s a slut
All that’s become evident as fuck
Is that if your girlfriend now is anything like Mum
It’s safe to say your girl’s been meddling with drugs
For those of you confused, I’ll make it simpler to grasp
At Boom Bap, Unan collapsed in the middle of a park
Woke up and told certain man your Mum’s a drug addict
And that caused a condition in your heart
So when I heard it, I was listening like “Rah!
No-one told me Brenda’s baby was fat, white
Or living on a farm!”
So let’s talk about these struggles that you harbor
You’ve got a druggie for a Mum
And a drunkard for a Father
You’re out here rapping like you’re Diz
But bruv, it’s a funny thing about karma
Cause while you’re out here trying to be like Diz
Your Mum is a disaster!
Because of her, your health’s gonna plummet and get harder
Her choice to reach for needles is why your heartbeat is feeble
I see the Jay-Z in her, see, she done him like a Carter
Now the rock’s been holding him back like Beanie Sigel
Bruv, I know deep down, you’re screwing cause it hurts
But fuck your feelings, I’m running through you, no concern
Living with a drug addict must truly be the worst
While you’re busy watching Smack in your room
Your Mum’s doing it in hers
Bruv, you’re a crack baby, that’s a fact there’s no escaping
You’re always rapping about dragons, you’re a Pagan
Building multi-stories is getting old
What you rap about is ancient
I find it kinda fitting though since crack’s in his foundation
I mean, it’s obvious to see just by looking in his eyes
Stunted growth, crooked teeth
You shouldn’t be surprised
Just be happy the morning after pill couldn’t get her high
Because I guarantee if it could
Then you wouldn’t be alive
So, I understand why you get angry like this, Tom
You’ve been alive for 20 years, her habit isn’t gone
Don’t be mad though, your Mum’s been an addict for so long
You’ve seen her face change more than the acting role for Bonds
But of all these changes, you both have similar characters
While you’re out here putting on an image for cameras
Your Mum’s in Plymouth, going through more needles
Than an AIDS victim in Africa
I can’t imagine the kinda shit you witness in a week
You go home after each event, just crippled by the scenes
Mum’s laid out on the floor, syringes by her feet
Dumb bitch is twitching in her sleep
Like she’s trying to twerk to the rhythm of a beat
On a day-to-day, you encounter the saddest sightings
The woman you love most, blacked out with damaged eyelids
Each time she takes a hit, that slag’s reclining
Eyes start rolling back like Asda pricing
And you’re telling me that doesn’t make you sick?
That every time your mother takes a hit
Her eyes look like when The Undertaker wins?
I can see The Undertaker in your mother’s nature
£20 bet, she walks around with purple gloves and shuffles blazer
She has his every trait, facial features looking dead and drained
She’s damn near the same as him, cause
And what’s crazy as fuck is that Tommy’s Mum
Even has Kane in her blood
You’re always dissing Dirty Dan, saying you don’t make music for the masses
It’s ketamine rap, nothing for the users and the addicts
But now I see what’s been fueling your anguish
‘Cause all that really means is
Your Mum fits the music demographic!
Bruv, she goes a day without a hit, starts feelin’, gettin’ eager
Calls up her connect, offers pussy, they’re teasing her with reefer
She wants to escape her home life
She’s mixing secrecy and leisure
Your Mum’s Heisenberg’s wife
Behind the family’s back, she’s been sleeping with her dealer
Bruv, you’ve got a household full of people living loss, so I gotta pity Tom
The tracks on the arms are far from clean
They’re more like explicit songs
So, go ahead. Tell them I have Michael Jackson’s skin
But the fact is this: your Mum could die the way Michael Jackson did

[Round 3: Unanymous]
I lost a handful of battles, now I’ve found my rhythm
I’m back on auto kill with author’s skill, Bukowski writtens
I mean, this is the third round
And I still ain’t really touched on his albinism
So, let me get it out my system
You need to let this shit marinate
And sink into your pores
You’ve been a caste-away to society since you were born
In later life, you’ll just be a crippled, deformed
Withered and torn, broken old man without a widow to mourn
Look... Byron... if you wanna make this an issue
I’ll take a Ginsu and rip you, you weird-looking motherfucker
Get too hype, I’ll beat the shit out of you
Cause I’m bigger than you, I’ll uppercut you on the weekend
You’re an erotic dancer, like Holly Masters
Juggling your nuts for punters
They make you swallow foot longs and Subways
And strip for change, take off your kit for change
Your stripper name is Honey Mustard
...argh, you fucking... CUNT!
I’m wherever your bitch’s apartment is at
That bitch got armpit fat and army tats
Still I smash until I arch her back
And she got permanent carpet rash
As soon as I’m done, I’m in the lobby
Waiting for you to come barging past
I hear that squeaky voice, get heated
Boy, I’m armed and strapped with that Martian pack
Ready to take out the last Soprano like a heart attack!
Ah, fuck this, time

[Round 3: Villun]
Yo! How you gonna say my name in a rap
To battle me, then choke?!
Isn’t that the exact same shit that happened
When you were battling Charron?
My pen game’s been on a hype with [?] system
Now I’m walking around with body physics
Right now, you don’t wanna be a target when I’m jotting lyrics
I’m sticking Tommy Villas between some coffin hinges
Once that Glock is ticking, I conjure spirits
Like Goku when a bomb is lifted
At Verdict, you looked in my eyes, boss
You were quite lost, like Locke before
John was given another chance
To hop and pivot, I saw the fear in him!
You came up after, scared shitless
Like, “Yo Villun! We’re still brothers, innit?!”
What a pussy! I’ll leave this square spinning
Like when you cross the finish in a Sonic mission!
I’m putting Tommy Villas in a box
Using TV and a box, since TV in a box is fitting
So, it’s game time, bitch!
You’ve got the kind of name I flip
So today, I think I’m jumping back on my J-9 shit
We’re in Southwest London. This is the place I live
For every facial diss, I got a man in the crowd
Looking to waste this kid
I told him, you can empty five from the gauge on him
What I’m saying is, if TV’s stuck on skins
He can eat four plus one (E4+1) before they change the clip
I don’t even have to box a man out
If things get rocky, V will have Tommy gunned down
No, translate that bit
If things get rocky, five will have Tommy gunned down
All you do is stretch a bunch of nothing
So fuck it, if you’re longing your rounds
They’re fully down to knock your corpse down
If Tommy’s drawing out, they’ll have a Tommy drawn out
You’ll see Tommy’s thoughts found outside
Chalk where Tommy’s drawn out
Fuck your comic talk, you wanna follow Thor’s clout?
Seeing as Tom’s a God of war, now it’s only right
I have a sub-sonic launcher that sends Tomahawk rounds
You’ve got a weak heart, you used your own read bars to beat Ark
This retard’s buzzing, Theo showed you get beef
And that’s when you see sparks coming
See, Tommy operates how screen parts function
It’s common sense, you push his buttons and TV starts running!
See, I’d hate to live a life as pretentious as Villas’
That’s the kinda shit expected of bitches
Plus, TV’s always running, so I can see
Why you’re projecting an image
You said your Mum’s a drug addict
That’s something you’ve confirmed
Bruv, she did lines while she carried you in her stomach
Like she didn’t want you on the Earth
You were just a fetus, bruv, it’s undeserved!
It’s like a Cesarean, your Mum cut before your birth
Fuck fighting fair, I’m throwing punches
We don’t compare, your rounds are barely holding substance
Why the fuck would I spare him when he chucked it?!
I’m giving TV 90’s treatment like an aerial adjustment!
Just ask around, you can lay a hand on him
And he won’t bang you in the face
It’s simple really, you touch Tom, he navigates away
You’re fully down to approach any fan that gives you hate
But won’t approach a rap in the same way
I’m just putting out shit that makes Unanymous fake
Plus, you imitate Diz, but you don’t just rap in his way
You lost to Shotty and DNA!
You’re not into your farm, you’re not a terrorist
You don’t have that terrorist factor
You’re not gonna get respect from Cortez and them rappers
And someone needs to tell him
Getting lines from Frank doesn’t make you an American gangster
Bruv, you hit me up like “Yo, I love Aye Verb, he straight murks!”
You’re a true clown. If you love Aye Verb so much
Change your name from Unan to U-Noun
I mean, Tommy’s on his nuts like no other
And I’m still trying to figure it out
How can you hate High Focus
When you always have Verb’s dick in your mouth?
If I were you, I’d stop fondling his nuts
Cause honestly, it’s dumb
And if you wanna be on Smack that bad
Holler at your Mum
I mean, who knows? She might even have proper licks in Smack
And she’s gone through more Doses than Math Hoffa’s fist
How can I be wrong when family is something this guy speaks on?
I figured I’d cross the line for all the lines he’s crossed
So while you were begging for them to see I v Tom
Your Mum can be getting fed from an I.V, Tom
For ignoring the poison in the eye, V Tom
Villun just fucked blood up, poison ivy, Tom!
THREE NIL!