| V1 (24)The premises get vacated... | |
| The millisecond | |
| I kill the seven niggas that play jaded/ | |
| Within a record | |
| I chill the tepid temperatures they've created/ | |
| With their pitiful minimal efforts to make statements | |
| I spit on em got em schillin out money to cover their late payments/ | |
| Cause they're way dated, these dumb mother****ers have never paid dues, and believing that they've | |
| MADE it/For as long as | |
| Im repping intelligent lyrics | |
| I figure I'll stay hated | |
| But my mindframe is to | |
| Remain Patient/ | |
| With niggas posing about as hard as a stippers nipples on stage naked/ | |
| Yo, I can't take it, | |
| I'm keeping em plummeting toward the bottom like stocks that's daytraded/ | |
| Net-fiasco's, | |
| Get these asshole's | |
| Fates Tainted/ | |
| Got em flaming & relocating like | |
| Gay Vagrants/ | |
| Tonedeff's slays giants, as if my legal name's | |
| David/What | |
| I say's Blatant, no apologies necessary to glaze the game blazing/ | |
| Touch overdubs or change the phrasing/ | |
| Lyrically maintaining/ my jugular vein's straining/ | |
| Tonedeff adds to the pressure with bass so deep it makes your brains cave in. | |
| I'll break it down for the laymen, for the niggas that ain't acing basic training/ | |
| My rations got their trays swaying/ | |
| Galleries use my verses for | |
| Page framing/ | |
| Cause, hey | |
| I stay flagrant with lyrics nastier than | |
| Tammy Faye bathing/ | |
| Keep comp shook like charter plane when it's raining/ | |
| I stay phat on the underground like there was a buffet in the main bassment/ | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be slaying for entertainment/ | |
| Im outclassing mother****ers, without even having to weigh in. | |
| V2 (24)No one's as gifted or as vigorously meticulous with a writtern scripture/ | |
| Or spits with this infinite syllablism that | |
| I've been equipped with/ | |
| Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/ | |
| Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get this/ | |
| Even when | |
| I'm simplistic, | |
| I can be unbelievably cryptic/ | |
| The rhythm endures the physical force to split a tree with a discuss/ | |
| With the ease of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance/ | |
| In an instant - by this | |
| Plague affiliate that's seething with sickness/ | |
| I seem to get listless with these kids when | |
| I see what they dismiss/ | |
| Cause anything missing a punchline'll get eased outta business/ | |
| Like delivery's not important! | |
| Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored it's horrid/ | |
| Son, if you can't flow - then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/ | |
| If you ain't repping the artform then don't record it/ | |
| Heads are starving and fiending for an assortment of global proportions/ | |
| If you ain't feeding the scores of supporters, then you're hoarding/ | |
| And you're a whore that's killing your heritage like | |
| Lizzie Borden/ | |
| The dexterity | |
| I display scrambles your cells like you was a dizzy warden/ | |
| Committed to scoring more than a jiggy mormon/ | |
| With a diamond studded bible that bling-blings in the sunlight/ | |
| When I rhyme at full throttle, | |
| I'm titled "Supreme Being" when | |
| I come tight/ | |
| And these things are finally done right/ | |
| Like obscene scenes riding your slut wife/ | |
| Our extreme flings stifle your love life/ | |
| Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/ | |
| And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights. | |
| V3 (16)And you can bank on it! | |
| The playing odds'll stay solid/ | |
| If you remain brolic with name calling, leave with a ganked wallet/ | |
| I take solace in making profits like fake scholars/ | |
| That want you to waste dollars for paid knowledge in state college/ | |
| With great prowess, | |
| I face off with and shank cowards/ | |
| And waste all their debased followers, | |
| Break laws with a brave heart like the late | |
| Wallace/I chase robbers, escaped convicts who rape songs and create garbage/ | |
| Embrace carnage, they ain't artists! | |
| Sample their flavor and you'll taste vomit![Gasp] | |
| I need a reminder to intake oxygen/ | |
| Space-Polymer | |
| Based oxidants. | |
| Say hot shit, display confidence/ | |
| Hey audience! [BREATHE!] | |
| Just wave arms till it's plain obvious/ | |
| Play God, and persuade crowds to behave honest and pay homage/ | |
| And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are marked for death like stained coffins/ | |
| I keep clean cause | |
| I bathe often and never illegally trade documents/ | |
| Hate-mongers, repent! | |
| Let me set it straight! | |
| I'm the heavyweight, like long lines in front of a | |
| Jenny Craig or | |
| Weight Watchers! | |
| Potna.Chorus | |
| The Heavyweight flow! | |
| It's tonedeffinite - | |
| Everything goes/ | |
| Can you Play? | |
| NO!With Your | |
| Petty Stage | |
| ShowIt's Tonedeffinite | |
| Ready, Wait - | |
| GO!The Heavyweight | |
| Pro with the heavyweight flow! |
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