Check The Elevation - Tony D

You haven’t seen me, get down.

If you ever saw me get down, you’d really be afraid.

Elevation!

Check the foundation

Solid funky from the flamin caucasian

Heat it up, cook it up, bake it up, take it up Slice it up, dice it up, tear it up, rrrrip it up Cut it up — now it's time for me to switch it up Tone's the maaaaaaaaan, who's gonna getcha

up outta your seat, movin your feet, groovin the beat

I won’t stop 'til my job’s complete

Cause I gotta make ya hyper, occupation sniper

Even little kids be dancin in their diapers

Suckers — be sayin, Tone you ain’t nothin

But I got more flavor than Stove Top stuffin

Nuts — my favorite past time

Forget the last rhyme cause you can’t gas mine

like Sunoco you go bum loco

Visit Acupulco with your girlfriend Yoko, Ono

Bono, them messy tones are no no You need posession of it?

Fire the phono-

-graph you’ll laugh but please the Island staff

Get off the mass — check the elevation

Second stanza — kick the virtuoso

You’re just a bozo.

A so-so rhymer, climber, check the Guggenheimer

One’s just a number so don’t be a two-timer

when you rhyme-a, one way furniture mover.

Bust the Heimlich maneuveur!

Full nelson, I like to eat smelts and other fish

like candy cause it melts in your mouth

And it’s also good brain food

Since you’re a lame dude, you should eat a whale

Crude oil — spilled over from the Exxon Valdez

It was the captain’s fault

Now said the media, really, but what do they now?

Sittin home twiddlin their thumbs in Play-Doh

Fed it to a critic but a critic is a cricket

and they know where they can stick it — check the elevation

Elevation — it’s time to kick the third verse

I know you’re weak homeboy but yo I heard worse

rappers, so do you feel any better?

Of course you do!

Now write yourself a letter to your mom

As I drop the nuclear bomb

After the explosion everything is calm

Like Hiroshima, or maybe Nagasaki

That’s what you get homeboy for bein cocky

Weaklin, you need to pump some iron

Out of breath, relax I hear the siren

from the ambulance — ah bring on the oxygen!

You’re like Larry Holmes, you can’t box again

You’re out of your prime, I oughta show you how to rhyme

People in the audience are saying about time

somebody, did something about these weak suckers

Soft like Smuckers, check the elevation

This is the last one, yo I pulled a fast one

You did the dummy move so I’ma gas one

UP, UP AND AWAY

I’m gonna sail a sucker today

Without the use, of a beautiful balloon

I’ll hit him with an uppercut and send him to the moon

Like Ralph Kramden, smackin up Alice

There’s no kings and queens and no palace

So check it, let me manifest it You think you dressed it but I’m the one who blessed it Christened it, with a champagne bottle

Remove the governor and give it more throttle

In a battle, snakes they like to rattle

Competi-shion, a few swine and some cattle

Watch me saddle, up on my high horse

And breeze on my course, check the elevation