Tonedeff - Competition Is None lyrics

Through the pages of tall
Tales and short stories
I was systematically given by
Dewey my own category
As surely as it was written
The chapters were satisfactory
I'm booking niggas that's claiming they've
Got a stack for me my raps are purely worded
With allegories inserted
Fuck with your hearing leaving one
Of your senses perverted
Make sure you heard it
Rarely averted my verbal array with
Slay the barely assertive
So get Judy to judge and spare me the verdict
No matter how you interpret the letters
Regardless of translation
You're illiteracy shows like
Babylonian aggravation

From lack of communication


Sound barriers get broken
Whether written or spoken
I turn-styles without a token
Cause the way I coin a phrase
Will rapidly anoint the stage
Or vocal session, in every direction
Let me point the ways by way of my index
I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers
And interject 5 spaces to indent
Then I backspace to erase the last
Trace of niggas whose tracks waste
My time you'll be last place to the line
Due to the fast pace of my mind
And it takes more than a snake or a swine
To place me within a backbrace
Cause, I'm fat, ace
Check the weight of my rhyme
You diggin the slap bass? Trying to figure
Just how this bitch's ass tastes
Was headed for third base
The minute the bitch delivered the gas face
Like Ants to acid
I burn slower than butter on a tepid gun
Yo, cause competition is none

Now, you can bring it if you want it but
Be sure to keep the receipt
Cause when I freak to the beat
You're bound to get returned
I seek the heat and set to burn your tape
To let you learn your fate in advance
But that depends on if you tend
To urinate in your pants
I place demands on small
Bladders and weak podiatrists
If there's a reason I get pissed
Then 5 mcs can die-per-diss
And that's a quota you stated
That you know the amount
But, you can strike it off the record
Cause that shit don't count
I end quotes like double apostrophes
Put commas in comas
Make you dash to the doc

While checking your semi-colon for melanoma
Revoke your diploma, low marks to question me
Bastardize the alphabet
And ask him which parent he sees
I use analogies and context clues on occasion
Find my name's in tune with Tonedeff
Minus the hyphenation
See, my inclination's to slash
Forward and not return cause if I come back
I'ma light you up twice like burned urns
And pound ya cause what you make up is cakey
I'll leave you so flaky
You'll be trying to hit the escape
Key just to evade me
But, you can't quit out to safety
So pay me with your pin-number
To sway me away today
Cause maybe an 80 will dissuade me
I've played the nice guy long enough
I'm charging late fees
Can't fuck with the rhyme
So you're hiding behind the 9
Just like the 8-key
I create divisions like space bars
When you press me
I'm like a hooker with her period
- fucking with me gets messy

Competition is none
And Tone said it with authority
Cause competition nowadays is a majority
Of undereducated niggas delivering horribly
Swearing they're more complex than
Their own inferiority and right behind them
There's sure to be some whore
At the local sorority who's wack
Yet her shows are packed formidably
Now, baby got back, but she's a bore to me
Cause she's a front
Like New York bottled water that lacks purity
My aura be tapped straight from
The stream of consciousness
It's not often that I'm impressed
So I'm popping your confidence
At every given opp I get all
I'll need'll be a needle
Some custom instrumentals and just
Over 30 people i'll surely hurt your ego if
You go that route i take the low road
But, I don't bow to no man's clout
No need to be way-high to
Express ways to enact this
I planned the fastest path and
Ran Mcnally off the atlas
And this I'll practice, even when I be 95
I'll still be at this
Globally off-axis, Hip-Hop madness
Regardless how the demographics are stacked
Cause, I'm the legend that never
Got on the map