Tonedeff - Champions Freestyle lyrics

Everybody, Count it down with me now
Here we go again with some of
The dirtiest words you've heard
But couldn't discern
Cause most of the shit that I spit is a blur
Certainly but, observing me once
Isn't really serving me any justice
So, bust this extraordinary functional
Display of the tongue-twist
Some of these punk bitch kids thats
Thinking they're rocking and rolling hard
Are really the fakest impostors they've
Never strolled the yard
They're bragging that they got a stolen car
They get in the way, then I'm
Running em over dog, oh, it's on
They're getting their faces torn
Off with pure

Resolve saying, I'm sure is all, kid
You wanna get burned? Talk
Shit steppin to Tonedeffs
Like trying to run without learning to crawl
Bitch! Y'all is thoughtless cause if
You're determined to fall
I recommend that you stall a bit
Cause, sonny, Ive mastered all of it:
From the hottest bars to spit
To the introduction shouts thats up at
The this start of this
Listen, if anyone doubts the kid
They gotta to be flogged & whipped
Just like a fucking sodomist
Non-Stop till the apocalypse
Hit's, regardless, son
If you give it up or call it quit's
Your coffin ditch is dug
By Mr sOS & Tonedeff-inite the great
Wait! Hearing the words come outta
My mouth is makin ya
Shit on yourself just like a
Weapon in your face step into my space
Buddy ya better be asking me
To flow or get performances
Sonny, I'm earning my stars
With about a half-a

Galaxy to go till it's over with (Holy shit)
Yes, you love it, don't ya
Baby! Open Wide! Scoop it all!
Swallow to the balls
And I'm followed through the malls
Because the gift of my flow is
Fucking polished to a fault
Astonishing awestruck crowds
Leaving a city with hardly a jaw shut How?
Well, Im abolishing the laws of sound
Nobody figured would ever fall till just now
Touchdown, better go chalk up another
Landslide to the QN5 side
Nobody's sick as the kid, you
Can bet your mans life
Cause it's lose or die time
Prove it nine times outta ten you can
See me then over 182 bpms
Doing the 16th notes, or even the
24-syllable speedy flow, and I'll concede
Yo but till that day arrives, son
I'mma stay alive
Because the way I grinds really
A state of mind and even in base design I
Never strain to rhyme
If anyone take my lines, kid
It's a waste of time because at Point Blank
No one can't spit em with this
Critical flair & shear sickness
It's Tonedeff BEST FLOW IN THE
GAME, if the worlds listening
Bare witness yes!