YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend s***e and time over the bass with rhymes,
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you don't know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You're a disgrace!
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk/
You're a** backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball
I hate when they call me a faster rapper,
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Taking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "d***! y'all hear what I just did?"
There ain't no m***ucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give 'em a sec, It's a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth. said with a crispness/
typical vengeful n***** reject that I'm swifter than them
and I'm willing to bet if you listen back: it's s***.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits
Stay defending a p**** like a b**** that's d***-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.
V2: (180 BPM)
Let's step it up! At a minimum
Tell me I'm the best in the bunch, and admit it, cuz
You don't wanna test with the level that I spit from
puppeteer snares, get Gepetto with a kick drum/
n***** ain't impressed with the fluff that you givin 'em/
Beat 'em in the head with a punch, and a billy club/
Either you caressing your guns or obsessed with your dunks
If you quest for the funk, then Tonedeff is the one/
With the sets you can trust,
And you better believe it cause I'm an excellent judge/
Making records appealing and big events with a buzz
And you'll never compete cause you're too slow - prolly couldn't make a dent with bus
on a benz from the front.
Threaten me once and I'll make a mess of your gums Crest shouldn't touch/
Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH/
But you too stupid, and let it run... now you're dead up in a dump truck/
So jet when the tension combusts/
And don't mumble under your breath, I put a set of vents in your lungs
Cause eventually, envious chumps, will attempt to a****s that there's
special effects when I strum
But NO! There is no illusion to what's happening/
I'm actually rapping this with ravenous tenacity/
Go back and read the fact I bet the baddest if we can't agree,
that ain't a m*********** as fast mathematically
YO! I don't wanna step on any toes/
But the winning flow's infinitely Tone's
And if we zone in to the prose, how it's written and composed/
Ain't nobody with a quotable as dope that they wrote -
And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show/
Exposed when the drums get slow,
With a twist a' the throat, bust about nine techs at your dome/
Singin while the thugz sift through the bones!
V1 (ALT) @ 192 BPM.
YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend s***e and time over the bass with rhymes,
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you don't know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You're a disgrace!
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk/
You're a** backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball
I hate when they call me a fast rapper,
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Breaking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "d***! y'all hear what I just did?"
There ain't no m***ucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give 'em a sec, It's a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth, said with a crispness/
Typical b**** rappers are claiming they're swifter than tone, but I bet upon playback: it's s***.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits
Stay defending a p**** like a b**** that's d***-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you don't know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You're a disgrace!
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk/
You're a** backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball
I hate when they call me a faster rapper,
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Taking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "d***! y'all hear what I just did?"
There ain't no m***ucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give 'em a sec, It's a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth. said with a crispness/
typical vengeful n***** reject that I'm swifter than them
and I'm willing to bet if you listen back: it's s***.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits
Stay defending a p**** like a b**** that's d***-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.
V2: (180 BPM)
Let's step it up! At a minimum
Tell me I'm the best in the bunch, and admit it, cuz
You don't wanna test with the level that I spit from
puppeteer snares, get Gepetto with a kick drum/
n***** ain't impressed with the fluff that you givin 'em/
Beat 'em in the head with a punch, and a billy club/
Either you caressing your guns or obsessed with your dunks
If you quest for the funk, then Tonedeff is the one/
With the sets you can trust,
And you better believe it cause I'm an excellent judge/
Making records appealing and big events with a buzz
And you'll never compete cause you're too slow - prolly couldn't make a dent with bus
on a benz from the front.
Threaten me once and I'll make a mess of your gums Crest shouldn't touch/
Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH/
But you too stupid, and let it run... now you're dead up in a dump truck/
So jet when the tension combusts/
And don't mumble under your breath, I put a set of vents in your lungs
Cause eventually, envious chumps, will attempt to a****s that there's
special effects when I strum
But NO! There is no illusion to what's happening/
I'm actually rapping this with ravenous tenacity/
Go back and read the fact I bet the baddest if we can't agree,
that ain't a m*********** as fast mathematically
YO! I don't wanna step on any toes/
But the winning flow's infinitely Tone's
And if we zone in to the prose, how it's written and composed/
Ain't nobody with a quotable as dope that they wrote -
And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show/
Exposed when the drums get slow,
With a twist a' the throat, bust about nine techs at your dome/
Singin while the thugz sift through the bones!
V1 (ALT) @ 192 BPM.
YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend s***e and time over the bass with rhymes,
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you don't know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You're a disgrace!
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk/
You're a** backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball
I hate when they call me a fast rapper,
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Breaking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "d***! y'all hear what I just did?"
There ain't no m***ucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give 'em a sec, It's a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth, said with a crispness/
Typical b**** rappers are claiming they're swifter than tone, but I bet upon playback: it's s***.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits
Stay defending a p**** like a b**** that's d***-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.