Tonedeff - Crispy (192) lyrics
[Tonedeff - Crispy 192 lyrics]
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 don’t know it
Then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace!
I’m 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 ain’t gonna bother to - face off
Brace to brawl
I’ve had enough of the safe talk
You’re 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
They’re claiming their favorites have got
A gain on me, bating me often
But, I’m 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! y’all hear
What I just did?"
There ain’t no mothafucka that be
Spitting it this quick living or dead
Hit em in the head when they listen
Give ‘em a sec
It’s 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
I’m swifter than them
And I’m willing to bet if
You listen back: it’s SHIT
Critics is inconsistent
Hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they’re
Just some dimwit's
Stay defending a prick like
A bitch that’s dick-whipped
Vicious with this gift, No gimmicks
Rhythmic with a twist
And I’ll never tame this flow
Cause brains implode from the name alone
So yo you might wanna take it slow
V2: (180 BPM) let’s step it up! At a minimum
Tell me I’m the best in
The bunch, and admit it, cuz
You don’t wanna test with the
Level that I spit from puppeteer snares
Get Gepetto with a kick drum
Niggas ain’t impressed with the fluff
That you givin ‘em
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
I’m an excellent judge
Making records appealing and big
Events with a buzz
And you’ll never compete cause
You’re too slow -
Prolly couldn't make a dent with bus
On a benz from the front
Threaten me once and I’ll make a mess
Of your gums Crest shouldn’t touch
Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH
You're too stupid and let it run… now
You’re dead up in a dump truck
So jet when the tension combusts
And don’t mumble under your breath
I put a set of vents in your lungs
Cause eventually
Envious chumps will attempt to
Assess that there’s
Special effects when I strum
But NO! There's no illusion
To what’s happening
I’m actually rapping this
With ravenous tenacity
Go back and read the fact I be
The baddest if we can't agree
That ain’t a motherfucker
As fast mathematically
YO! I don’t wanna step on any toes
But the winning flow’s infinitely Tone's
And if we zone into the prose
How it’s written and composed
Ain’t nobody with a quotable as
Dope that they wrote –
And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show
Exposed when the drums get slow
With a twist a' the throat
Busta'bout N9ne techs at your dome
Singin while the thugs sift
Through the bones!
No Shots! Respect due!
Listen, these are the rules of the game:
Clean Syllables no Syllables
No Gibberish rhythm
And most importantly motherfuckers
I wanna see you do it live
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 don’t know it
Then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace!
I’m 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 ain’t gonna bother to - face off
Brace to brawl
I’ve had enough of the safe talk
You’re 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
They’re claiming their favorites have got
A gain on me, bating me often
But, I’m remaining calm in a
State of elated dominance
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Taking them down in the way that
The audience savors every sound
To be like "Damn! y’all hear
What I just did?"
There ain’t no muffucka that be
Spitting it this quick living or dead
Hit em in the head when they listen
Give ‘em a sec
It’s 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: it’s SHIT
Critics is inconsistent
Hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they’re
Just some dimwit's
Stay defending a prick like
A bitch that’s dick-whipped
Vicious with this gift, No gimmicks
Rhythmic with a twist
And I’ll never tame this flow
Cause brains implode from the name alone
So yo you might wanna take it slow
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 don’t know it
Then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace!
I’m 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 ain’t gonna bother to - face off
Brace to brawl
I’ve had enough of the safe talk
You’re 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
They’re claiming their favorites have got
A gain on me, bating me often
But, I’m 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! y’all hear
What I just did?"
There ain’t no mothafucka that be
Spitting it this quick living or dead
Hit em in the head when they listen
Give ‘em a sec
It’s 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
I’m swifter than them
And I’m willing to bet if
You listen back: it’s SHIT
Critics is inconsistent
Hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they’re
Just some dimwit's
Stay defending a prick like
A bitch that’s dick-whipped
Vicious with this gift, No gimmicks
Rhythmic with a twist
And I’ll never tame this flow
Cause brains implode from the name alone
So yo you might wanna take it slow
V2: (180 BPM) let’s step it up! At a minimum
Tell me I’m the best in
The bunch, and admit it, cuz
You don’t wanna test with the
Level that I spit from puppeteer snares
Get Gepetto with a kick drum
Niggas ain’t impressed with the fluff
That you givin ‘em
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
I’m an excellent judge
Making records appealing and big
Events with a buzz
And you’ll never compete cause
You’re too slow -
Prolly couldn't make a dent with bus
On a benz from the front
Threaten me once and I’ll make a mess
Of your gums Crest shouldn’t touch
Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH
You're too stupid and let it run… now
You’re dead up in a dump truck
So jet when the tension combusts
And don’t mumble under your breath
I put a set of vents in your lungs
Cause eventually
Envious chumps will attempt to
Assess that there’s
Special effects when I strum
But NO! There's no illusion
To what’s happening
I’m actually rapping this
With ravenous tenacity
Go back and read the fact I be
The baddest if we can't agree
That ain’t a motherfucker
As fast mathematically
YO! I don’t wanna step on any toes
But the winning flow’s infinitely Tone's
And if we zone into the prose
How it’s written and composed
Ain’t nobody with a quotable as
Dope that they wrote –
And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show
Exposed when the drums get slow
With a twist a' the throat
Busta'bout N9ne techs at your dome
Singin while the thugs sift
Through the bones!
No Shots! Respect due!
Listen, these are the rules of the game:
Clean Syllables no Syllables
No Gibberish rhythm
And most importantly motherfuckers
I wanna see you do it live
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 don’t know it
Then 'que sera'
Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace!
I’m 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 ain’t gonna bother to - face off
Brace to brawl
I’ve had enough of the safe talk
You’re 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
They’re claiming their favorites have got
A gain on me, bating me often
But, I’m remaining calm in a
State of elated dominance
Aiming to body em, making a moniker
Taking them down in the way that
The audience savors every sound
To be like "Damn! y’all hear
What I just did?"
There ain’t no muffucka that be
Spitting it this quick living or dead
Hit em in the head when they listen
Give ‘em a sec
It’s 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: it’s SHIT
Critics is inconsistent
Hypocritical idiots with no business
Giving anyone lip when they’re
Just some dimwit's
Stay defending a prick like
A bitch that’s dick-whipped
Vicious with this gift, No gimmicks
Rhythmic with a twist
And I’ll never tame this flow
Cause brains implode from the name alone
So yo you might wanna take it slow