Tony Moon

Tony Moon

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"If you could take Lupe Fiasco's flow and style, Immortal Technique's topics and content, the cleverness of Jay-Z, and put it into one rapper, that rapper would be Tony Moon. " - UnsignedGrapevine.com

Biography

After crash landing, Tony Moon was horrified to find a world populated by humanoid billboards, devoid of all original thought, capable only of regurgitating the advertisements transmitted on all detectable and subconscious frequencies by the fascist media moguls hidden in the shadows.

As the populous drained their own true wealth building increasingly sophisticated weapons and fighting sadistic wars for the privilege of marketing the devil diamond, Mr. Moon, holed up in a secret bunker, began using his knowledge of the lost language to transmit a pirate frequency. His dense lyrics, previously undecipherable, were designed with one purpose; to overwhelm and short circuit the microchipped population.

The appearance of small pockets of awakened individuals alerted The Beast to Mr. Moon's whereabouts. His laboratory was set ablaze and the body of his work, immediately classified as a dangerous hallucinogen, was stolen in order to create an antidote.

With little time left before The New Era, Mr. Moon, concealed behind a cloud of smoke to evade the all-seeing-eye, continues to craft and transmit that ancient sound system; the bars to free the minds of the masses.

Lyrics

Straight Poetry

Written By: Tony Moon

from breast fed to death bed
i'm the best wit a message, eclectic, the wrong one to mess wit
i read it in the isis papers - light the vapor
whats the price of life if life is slavework
so i spark, inhale and exhale
i'm wit you marcus garvey, lets ditch hell and set sail
its like i gotta get back in the booth to get back to my roots
we're distracted to the fact the fascists are through
so we sling rocks like sling shots
and they get paid for each one of us in the bing, locked - you think not?
their hustle's bigger than you running you rings, got
retaliation's going to take more than you thing cocked
the sound lingering in my ear
is my inner demons schemin, won't they disappear?
i am you, you are me
i know it's deep, i'll explain it in my first LP, peace

its tony moon, don't assume you can compare to him
i'm bubblin hot like a spoonful of heroin
rip an rapper wanna be fool playing heroine
until my mama's room looks like a tomb in a pyramid
rap from here to cameroon and then here again
the spook who sat by the door, renewed and so very sick
a stranger to myself, records playing what i felt
i can't blame man for soliciting satan for his help
cause i'm blazing strays with the same flames that's from his hell
same reason why my soul's going insane up in this shell
i bring lyrics to life
spliffs got me hearing whispers at night
smoke hangs like strange fruit obscuring my visions of life
the plain truth? no prescription's fixing my sight
[i'm] walking with a citizen's (c/k)ane while citizens fight
admit it yo, this shit isn't right
you've never heard a nigga spit some shit like this in your life

i wear sunglasses inside, cause my eye's the window
plus i can't deny yo, i'm high off indo
you deserve to die if you don't ride for kinfolk
despite they say the way i smoke la is sinful
yeah, i b-b-b-burn the herbage
it helps me transcend like a whirling dervish
your words are worthless compared to my verses' verbiage
aspergillum to purge the earth wit
so subversive
hear beats and get an urge to murk it, hotter than an urban church is
with the erk & jerk (E&J), i'm swirvin
drive to the spot, then like lurch, i'm servin
hot 16s not them birds you lurk wit
i'd rather have the ones in the skirts that're chirpin
jerks lying about puttin work in, its curtains
i'll amber alert your children, you hear him?

Catch You

Written By: Tony Moon

my 16s got the imagery of a sick fiend.
or its an orchestra of carcasses picked clean
scoring the story of this author. I spit scenes.
the speed of mine is red line like an inf beam
fuck a cool whip; I ain't about quick cream
but you probably don't get what that shit means. Simply
the government manufactures the doe
out of thin air to keep us trapped in a hole
we owe the i,m, and f
trillions while american families keep writing their checks
to pile up the debt while we stay up in a police state.
god help us if they decide to collect
with their guns kicking open our doors
so i react like toussaint louverture over this overture
throw 'em overboard
at the white house like "what you think this gas and the torch is for? nigga, war.

Deja Vu

Written By: Tony Moon

the prison industrial complex is just a new auschwitz
if you ask me, and it fucks up my conscious
so catch moon puffin a long spliff
thinking the world ain't change much since the beast got it's clutches upon it
for instance
post-9/11's post-reconstruction - we still fuckin wit lynchins - up in our districts
and minstrels are still integral to the way the media can fuck up an image
and muslim americans grouped in as terrorists
is just a new red scare like "boo, where's your period?
phew shit, girl, there it is"
and all of their lies are thinly disguised due to their arogance
hidden in plain site, cause them two towers that was hit by them planes's like
hitler setting his reichstag building aflame, trying
to blame poland, aiding his campaign to invade. why
are we tricked by the same lies?

its deja vu
let's rewind and review
deja vu, haven't i seen you
in a past life?

cause it seems to me
everything seems to be
recycling and repeating
from a past life

where the blunt smoke hangs in the air
i see the face of a hung slave in despair - blood smeared in his tears
told my heart to be as fearless as his
then i realized that the breath i'm breathin is his
the weed in the spliff takes me back to egypt with glyphs
i must've been a scribe - i see papyrus and a reed where i sit
it explains why i'm a visual learner
and why i lean to the pen - not the burner
i journey through the firmament a little bit further - see another past life
must've been a feudal serf, viewing earth through sad eyes
that's why i'm anti-establishment and chastise
injustices like "fuck the pigs" - they itch to take a black life
this weed is pungent and wet, i feel it in my lungs with each breath
saw myself as a young monk in tibet
self immolatin - hatred's under protest
and just then the weed smoke stunk of my flesh
each life ends abruptly with death
i guess i'll catch you in the next one son, because i'm done with the sess
each life ends abruptly with death
i guess i'll catch you in the next one son, because i'm done with the sess

its deja vu
let's rewind and review
deja vu, haven't i seen you
in a past life?

cause it seems to me
everything seems to be
recycling and repeating
from a past life

we a scarred nation
upon reincarnation, know spirits is swimming through us all
fuck the matrix
and disregard hatred as we spiritually evolve
we a scarred nation
upon reincarnation, know spirits is swimming through us all
fuck the matrix
and disregard hatred as we spiritually evolve

its deja vu
let's rewind and review
deja vu, haven't i seen you
in a past life?

cause it seems to me
everything seems to be
recycling and repeating
from a past life

These Days

Written By: Tony Moon

the beat drop - i grip it like zip lock
at the practice range i spit glocks in case the militia
gotta step up to displace the police force
i'm bipolar; call me see-saw
rise then i free fall - high; its like i'm riding an eagle
but my eye lids low; its like they crawl on the seafloor
the all seeing eye's in my peephole
and the government is lovin genocidin a people
on the sneak yo, we got our own darfur right here
thats my word. like i coined it
but fuck coins, the fed's poisonous
can't list all the ways they're destroying us
so fuck it, split up a dutch, stuff it, roll it, lick it, light it, and puff it
there's nothin as smooth as moon wit percussion
i bust it like breasts with messages for the public
like PSAs like "please say ney to the club hits
fuck a government, buck a bilderberg with a musket"

in a land where the cops are robbers
and they itch like fiends to pop us
anything to impede our progress
living in these days man

in a land where the politicians
didn't hesitate to give us syphillis
anything to increase their riches
living in these days man

i must be another being. i had another dream
black men chantin where klansmen hung from trees
swing in breeze, it stuck wit me
awaken and then bake cause it's far from what you see
in the streets. fuck them picaninny niggas and shuffling feets
i vent and get in touch with the beat
i want to retrogress like its vintage
arm up with a clinched fist - just like a monkey paw's fifth wish
inhale, sprinkle the air with the spliff's piff
but meditation won't change the legislation
we lost control and we're letting satan
shorty's head was braided
double dutching - let a stray hit her and catch her brain and
for a moment she levitated
days darker than the red she laid in - eleven maybe
twelve, and you tryin to tell me that this ain't a hell we stay in?
but we aim the wrong way, send shells to the ones who made it

in a land where this "white vs. black" shit
is divide and conquer tactics
see, reality is all theatrics
living in these days man

in a land where the media's owned by
three white guys each with their own lies
can't even believe what we see with our own eyes
living in these days man

they tried to hide, but I found 'em
they're underground and enshrouded
behind a cloud of
propaganda and keeping us cowards
a fucked up media balance, fluoride in fountains
and their power's all-reaching so there's no where to seek an asylum
unless its the mountains with tibetans and learning the lessons
or with the aztecs in the jungles and burning the sess, so
i murder each session with a verbalist's weapon
its all a regression
back to the ancestors blessings
my project may address all of common's questions
and jada's while i'm at it on a song with cedric
trust me, that'd be a head trip
somethin like "fear and loathing in vegas"
please, your whole crew's the fakest
your pussy posse is passe don't say shit
get back to the basics
if you ask me these days, kid - rap need a face lift
i'm the surgeon and my mic is the scalpel to save it.

in a land where the superficial
is exalted over substance and soul
project paper clip, the shit's official
living in these days man

in a land where it's all designed to
distract and control your mind too
moon's here to help us rise and climb through
living in these days man

Discography

"Moonshine: You Know, For Kids!" - Mixtape

Set List

Including but not limited to: Catch You, These Days, Straight Poetry, Deja Vu, What Happened?, Faith, Anthem Ferthat, Buried Alive (unreleased), Mic Check Ein Zwei (unreleased), Freedom (unreleased), Ghost in the Shell (unreleased)

Set time is Flexible (10-60 mins)