Sombra Vs Spy Rap Battle (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden)

Ah, a lady approaches Gentleman, stand down Chivalry is dead, I should know, I killed it! Who's that, dressed to the nines No clue, is that a disguise? With a classy suit and tie Who will look good at your funeral Spy! It's time to murder this track You'll find a knife in its back Got equipment? Watch me break it Saw me die, I probably faked it I'm a man of many faces Infiltrated plenty bases Stole your intel, what a rush Even though there wasn't much Fight smart and dress clever Have I ever been outclassed - never I just tried on all of your clothes and guess who wore it better Oh, mon dieu, sacré bleu Pardonnez-moi, je suis en feu I'm quite the spy and twice the rapper There's a problem with my sapper Apagando las luces Turning off the light I spy a problem, who brought a knife to this gun fight? Outdated tech is what you're using Sadly, French are best at losing Wonder why I wanted to do this 'Cause Sombra's an opportunist What's the point of having class When you're always hiding behind a mask That act ain't fooling anyone I hack the planet and everyone Time to get updated Cause your style's antiquated I'll break you like a bad habit You nasty, cigarette addict A knife in my back couldn't find But, I grafted this into my spine That's why you're always "Right Behind" You still dial up to get online When I'm inside your server lurking Rest assured, I'll be networking Spy should learn to like me 'Cause I'm his upgraded version Oh, but I've been researching You only cause distraction Disrupt, harass, and rattle I look for bigger targets Then I turn the tide of battle But, I'm keeping all your secrets I know all your confidants When I show you what I know I'll watch you choke on your croissants My victims never see me Until it's far too late And when they push up daisies I'm dancing on their grave If you wonder when I'm ever gonna stop I'll be undercover even when I'm off the clock Call me paparazzi, you're the one I want to stalk Threaten me with blackmail With that, I'll not be bothered I'll sweep your mother off her feet Then, you can call me father! You don't know cloak and dagger There's no download for swagger No wonder, mothers love me I got the moves like Jagger (I do) Cyber Punk get swept aside Have a good old fashion cyanide All she wants is power And now her circuits fried Your SMG is weak Plus invisibility is cheap See, I prefer to be incognito Can you keep up with my alter egos Trust nobody, I insist When a spy is in our midst I'm a dead-ringer for everyone There's plenty room for twists So your profession is fashion (oui, oui) Nobody does your job better? (Merci) You're a long shot from an assassin (huh?) But a competent cross-dresser (hey!) Ooh, identity theft is bad But I got one you'll never hack When I get close to death, I'll have My translocator send me back Then, I'll drop an EMP As if you weren't already obsolete Got your name and number, R.I.P. To another James Bond wannabe You could never be a dad to me cause You'd be the kind that would leave Sound familiar? Has to be I scouted out your family tree That's right, I pull the strings Who's on fuego now? Should've left yourself a back door 'Cause you're not getting out You rely on fancy gadgets That is why I call you halfwit Class cannot be stolen Nor will you ever hack it Sorry, but it's Sombra who will dominate this song The only reason why, I was a spy all along Wait, wait, does that mean we win Oui, oui, monsieur, nous avons gagné Overwatch never stood a chance Au revoir, mon petit chou-fleur