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V1: (180 BPM)
YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend space and time over the bass with rhymes,
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you donât know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, Youâre a disgrace!
Iâm 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 ainât gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, Iâve had enough of the safe talk/
Youâre ass 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
Theyâre claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But Iâm 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 Damn!
yâall
hear
what
I
just
did?
There ainât no muffucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give âem a sec, Itâs a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth. said with a crispness/
typical vengeful niggas reject that Iâm swifter than them
and Iâm willing to bet if you listen back: itâs SHIT.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when theyâre just some dimwits
Stay defending a prick like a bitch thatâs dick-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and Iâll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.
V2: (180 BPM)
Letâs step it up! At a minimum
Tell me Iâm the best in the bunch, and admit it, cuz
You donât wanna test with the level that I spit from
puppeteer snares, get Gepetto with a kick drum/
Niggas ainât impressed with the fluff that you givin âem/
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 Iâm an excellent judge/
Making records appealing and big events with a buzz
And youâll never compete cause youâre too slow - prolly couldnât make a dent with bus
on a benz from the front.
Threaten me once and Iâll make a mess of your gums Crest shouldnât touch/
Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH/
But you too stupid, and let it run⦠now youâre dead up in a dump truck/
So jet when the tension combusts/
And donât mumble under your breath, I put a set of vents in your lungs
Cause eventually, envious chumps, will attempt to assess that thereâs
special effects when I strum
But NO! There is no illusion to whatâs happening/
Iâm actually rapping this with ravenous tenacity/
Go back and read the fact I bet the baddest if we can't agree,
that ainât a motherfucker as fast mathematically
YO! I donât wanna step on any toes/
But the winning flowâs infinitely Tone's
And if we zone in to the prose, how itâs written and composed/
Ainât nobody with a quotable as dope that they wrote â
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 space and time over the bass with rhymes,
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die,
Tone is the name - if you donât know it, then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, Youâre a disgrace!
Iâm 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 ainât gonna bother to - face off/
Brace to brawl, Iâve had enough of the safe talk/
Youâre ass 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
Theyâre claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/
But Iâm 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 Damn!
yâall
hear
what
I
just
did?
There ainât no muffucka that be spitting it this quick/
Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen
Give âem a sec, Itâs a bit depressing they missed it/
This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/
and lyrical depth, said with a crispness/
Typical bitch rappers are claiming they're swifter than tone, but I bet upon playback: itâs SHIT.
Critics is inconsistent
hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when theyâre just some dimwits
Stay defending a prick like a bitch thatâs dick-whipped
Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks,
rhythmic with a twist, and Iâll never tame this flow/
Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo
You might wanna take it slow.