Sombra Vs Spy Rap Battle - JT Music

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 it’s 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 sacre bleu

Pardonnez moi je fuis en feu

I’m quite the spy and twice the rapper

There’s a problem with my sapper

Apagando las luces

Turning off the lights

I spy a problem, who brought a knife to this gun fight?

(Oh, come on)

Outdated tech is what you’re using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 researchin'

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 (ooh)

Cyber Punk get swept aside

Have a good old fashion cyanide

All she wants is power

And now her circuit’s 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 anyone

There’s plenty room for twists

So your profession is fashion?

(Oui, oui.)

Nobody does your job better?

(Merci!)

You’re a longshot 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 wanna be

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 your not getting out

You rely on fancy gadgets

That is why I call you half-wit

Class cannot be stolé

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

(Spy 1)

Wait, wait does that mean we win?

(Spy 2)

Oui Oui Monsieur, Nous Avons Gagné

(Spy 1)

Overwatch never stood a chance!

(Both Laughing)

(Gunshot)

(Widowmaker)

Au Revoir, Ma Petite Chou-Fleur