Sombra vs Spy Rap Battle Songtext
von JT Music ft. 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Outdated tech is what you're using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