| We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs
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| 100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P’s
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| But I differ drastically, Cause whether I’m raping the rhythm is never
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| Really a debatable issue… Tonedeff's official
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| Like notary’s that publicly diss you just to list you
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| Hit you with a lyrical hysterectomy and off I piss you
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| Hard to miss you, Cause you’re the fat jack of wack cats
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| I laugh at the fact, my ricochets is the only way you blast back
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| Tonedeff has actual tact, whenever I rap I flatten tracks
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| Till they match the Manhattan maps they’re drafted on
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| I master songs like I was Ace engineering
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| Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye…
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| I’d hit your mind, but your face was interfering
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| Here in the now is when representation would aid your wasted statements
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| Gates are closed and you still wanna ride like Chevy Chase on vacation
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| Place your faith in this, Play me Avee, add bass to the mix
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| I serve Icebergs when I rhyme, you’re just tasting the tip
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| Wait till I get, paid to reject
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| Fakes with the reps taking the checks vacant of flow…
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| So, when they ask you if you knew, say you know
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| My rhymes are way past radio, so I’m played last
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| I never overwrite, I just keep my original flow and then I save as
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| You’re lame as cats that’s kicking the same trash
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| I never lose, I’ll go down swinging like Austin Powers in a plane crash
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| It’s tonedeff with out the name dashed, I’m killing the space
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| With the will it takes to drill your face
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| And use paste to fill in the blanks
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| When Fosse cats deliberate, their autopsies facilitate
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| The cops having to pull their dental records from their pillowcase
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| I will disgrace cats over iller breaks, rehabilitate with necessity
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| And I inundate, most simpletons could never deal with complexity
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| A breast to finish the line: A new En-ti-ty
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| With more brainpower put in my rhymes than Hannibal Lecter’s dinner recipes
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| «Hello, New York», Domingo excels steady
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| We schooling more drop outs than faulty Nextel celly’s
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| So, get set ready, my threat’s felt heavy on mics for many
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| Yo, I cut to the chase quicker than takin a knife to Chevy
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| Intertwined with a bevy of cynical punchlines that I bury
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| Behind a flurry of rhymes that carry your mind to very defined comical
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| commentaries
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| I’m probably on scary level you never heard before
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| I’d serve ya more, But I’m never searching for beef like herbivores
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| And Furthermore, When the beats drops — Im shattering speed clocks
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| I’m wondering how you say you’re a man when your girl be keeping her knees
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| locked
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| I teach shop with Marley Marl & Pete Rock, and we fascinate
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| Cause Tone’s the Flava of the Future, most rappers are after tastes
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| Yo, I’m known to actually smack silly stacked willy acts really Fast
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| Release wax to be scratched with ease by Phat Philly
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| Masterfully, cats’ll be smashed to pieces, drastically
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| It has to be Tonedeff, for one, so stop asking me
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| Im tappin the ass of each, splackably back heavy
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| Groupie that’ll swallow happily, gargle with apathy
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| The very thought of chastity is blasphemy
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| My cavities will double the chance to catch a thief
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| Because I got two snatch to eat; |
| a cunnilingus casualty…
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| Your girl is just another oral tragedy
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| The queen of ass, we call the whore your majesty
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| Your last complete was rap was screaming fallacy
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| I’m blabbin to seep calories, and on the average b, you speak for salary
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| ACHOO! |
| Your wackness feeds my allergy
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| It’s naturally a travesty, my Mic’s Benadryl and this track’s my Tavist-D
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| It’s sad to see, a rappers passively not attempting to badger beats
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| While Tonedeff is treating the BPM savagely
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| I’m spitting the verses that’s calamitous, scandalous
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| Slanderous, cancerous… Half of this master list
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| Of adjectives is smacking kids with accurate attacks
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| That get Disastrous as I get faster with immaculate patterns it’s
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| The consequence of dominance, prosperous, prominence
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| Common sense will bop you into compliments
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| For rocking this accomplishment with consonants
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| I’m in this boxing shit to knock comp outta consciousness
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| I got the evidence, intelligence, incredulous precedence
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| With a set of prints, tested with the best equipped of instruments |
| Forget your prejudice?
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| When Tonedeff is blessed with the remembrance element of an elephant?
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| I’m obligated, concentrated, contemplative, beyond creative
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| Not elated by the way you’ve propagated plots of hatred
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| Complicated topics state
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| The way that I operate is just properly consummated
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| I’m the correlator, story sayer, formulator extraordinaire
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| Performing where the norm is their adored heir
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| I storm in there with a morbid flare and not a soul to spare
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| Reforming, repairing and restoring the air
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| Cause I be tearing it down, wearing the crown, pairing the sounds
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| Comparing the nouns I’m staring ya down, with nary a frown
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| I’m sparing ya town
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| I’m taking you clowns to burial grounds, and scaring you out
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| I vary the bounds in preparing lobotomies out of the kit that I carry around
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| I’m really astounding, knocking you out ya gord
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| Fishing for compliments, bored… Reeling your eyeballs off of the floor
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| Via various lures, never seen wackness as scary as yours
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| Via Marriage or heritage, Kid, I hope your very insured
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| And really be sure to leave your will to match
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| This is verses vs beats, you’d probably think I’d share top billing with plants
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| Marching like militant ants, You ain’t heard Tonedeff?
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| It’s been a long time coming like non-lickable, stickable stamps
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| I don’t fiddle with rap, I’ve had it with these rappers
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| I kill combos, cause I insert razor blades into cheese crackers
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| Disaster strikes with lyrics and beats factored
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| I’m exorcising the devil out of the beats to keep active |