Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mixtape-Medley, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Hyphen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Mixtape-Medley |
We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs |
100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P’s |
But I differ drastically, Cause whether I’m raping the rhythm is never |
Really a debatable issue… Tonedeff's official |
Like notary’s that publicly diss you just to list you |
Hit you with a lyrical hysterectomy and off I piss you |
Hard to miss you, Cause you’re the fat jack of wack cats |
I laugh at the fact, my ricochets is the only way you blast back |
Tonedeff has actual tact, whenever I rap I flatten tracks |
Till they match the Manhattan maps they’re drafted on |
I master songs like I was Ace engineering |
Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye… |
I’d hit your mind, but your face was interfering |
Here in the now is when representation would aid your wasted statements |
Gates are closed and you still wanna ride like Chevy Chase on vacation |
Place your faith in this, Play me Avee, add bass to the mix |
I serve Icebergs when I rhyme, you’re just tasting the tip |
Wait till I get, paid to reject |
Fakes with the reps taking the checks vacant of flow… |
So, when they ask you if you knew, say you know |
My rhymes are way past radio, so I’m played last |
I never overwrite, I just keep my original flow and then I save as |
You’re lame as cats that’s kicking the same trash |
I never lose, I’ll go down swinging like Austin Powers in a plane crash |
It’s tonedeff with out the name dashed, I’m killing the space |
With the will it takes to drill your face |
And use paste to fill in the blanks |
When Fosse cats deliberate, their autopsies facilitate |
The cops having to pull their dental records from their pillowcase |
I will disgrace cats over iller breaks, rehabilitate with necessity |
And I inundate, most simpletons could never deal with complexity |
A breast to finish the line: A new En-ti-ty |
With more brainpower put in my rhymes than Hannibal Lecter’s dinner recipes |
«Hello, New York», Domingo excels steady |
We schooling more drop outs than faulty Nextel celly’s |
So, get set ready, my threat’s felt heavy on mics for many |
Yo, I cut to the chase quicker than takin a knife to Chevy |
Intertwined with a bevy of cynical punchlines that I bury |
Behind a flurry of rhymes that carry your mind to very defined comical |
commentaries |
I’m probably on scary level you never heard before |
I’d serve ya more, But I’m never searching for beef like herbivores |
And Furthermore, When the beats drops — Im shattering speed clocks |
I’m wondering how you say you’re a man when your girl be keeping her knees |
locked |
I teach shop with Marley Marl & Pete Rock, and we fascinate |
Cause Tone’s the Flava of the Future, most rappers are after tastes |
Yo, I’m known to actually smack silly stacked willy acts really Fast |
Release wax to be scratched with ease by Phat Philly |
Masterfully, cats’ll be smashed to pieces, drastically |
It has to be Tonedeff, for one, so stop asking me |
Im tappin the ass of each, splackably back heavy |
Groupie that’ll swallow happily, gargle with apathy |
The very thought of chastity is blasphemy |
My cavities will double the chance to catch a thief |
Because I got two snatch to eat; |
a cunnilingus casualty… |
Your girl is just another oral tragedy |
The queen of ass, we call the whore your majesty |
Your last complete was rap was screaming fallacy |
I’m blabbin to seep calories, and on the average b, you speak for salary |
ACHOO! |
Your wackness feeds my allergy |
It’s naturally a travesty, my Mic’s Benadryl and this track’s my Tavist-D |
It’s sad to see, a rappers passively not attempting to badger beats |
While Tonedeff is treating the BPM savagely |
I’m spitting the verses that’s calamitous, scandalous |
Slanderous, cancerous… Half of this master list |
Of adjectives is smacking kids with accurate attacks |
That get Disastrous as I get faster with immaculate patterns it’s |
The consequence of dominance, prosperous, prominence |
Common sense will bop you into compliments |
For rocking this accomplishment with consonants |
I’m in this boxing shit to knock comp outta consciousness |
I got the evidence, intelligence, incredulous precedence |
With a set of prints, tested with the best equipped of instruments |
Forget your prejudice? |
When Tonedeff is blessed with the remembrance element of an elephant? |
I’m obligated, concentrated, contemplative, beyond creative |
Not elated by the way you’ve propagated plots of hatred |
Complicated topics state |
The way that I operate is just properly consummated |
I’m the correlator, story sayer, formulator extraordinaire |
Performing where the norm is their adored heir |
I storm in there with a morbid flare and not a soul to spare |
Reforming, repairing and restoring the air |
Cause I be tearing it down, wearing the crown, pairing the sounds |
Comparing the nouns I’m staring ya down, with nary a frown |
I’m sparing ya town |
I’m taking you clowns to burial grounds, and scaring you out |
I vary the bounds in preparing lobotomies out of the kit that I carry around |
I’m really astounding, knocking you out ya gord |
Fishing for compliments, bored… Reeling your eyeballs off of the floor |
Via various lures, never seen wackness as scary as yours |
Via Marriage or heritage, Kid, I hope your very insured |
And really be sure to leave your will to match |
This is verses vs beats, you’d probably think I’d share top billing with plants |
Marching like militant ants, You ain’t heard Tonedeff? |
It’s been a long time coming like non-lickable, stickable stamps |
I don’t fiddle with rap, I’ve had it with these rappers |
I kill combos, cause I insert razor blades into cheese crackers |
Disaster strikes with lyrics and beats factored |
I’m exorcising the devil out of the beats to keep active |