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