Tonedeff - Let Em Know (Meddafore Drop) lyrics
[Tonedeff - Let Em Know Meddafore Drop lyrics]
Yo now is this the center of gravity?
Or is it the cats that be
Frantically pulling me down grabbing at
My saddle to handle me
Leaving em cattle branded with logos
Stamped on they asses when taxes are filed
I claim niggas as my property assets
I’ve properly asked for things
Acting mannered
But cats haven’t granted me access to the
Respect or props that
I’ve practically gathered
Over the passage of time
I’ve mastered the many facets of rhyme
But ask Sam Jackson
The only life that’s been shafted is mine
I’m past trying to fit in
With niggas half as aspiring
Tired, but I won’t ever give
In… even after retirement
Heat! You can either dry with
Or die with blistering flames
So stay tuned because I’m about to
Stick fists in they face
In a vicious display of wit's
Only tricks of the trade you know
Are the Chickens you date
That get dickens for pay
You’re a sickening case
Think your slick in this game?
Then, your mic gets switched and replaced
As I toss the pin in your
Face as you grip the grenade
So, you’d better deliver your kids to a
Place where there’s kittens and games
So they can abandon the quest
For your missing remains
I’m a tsunami, you’re a typical wave
A hurricane to the drizzling rain
If it’s the clique that I claim, kid
It’s The Plague
And the Plague is the plizzle
Listen to this official issue
QN5 is the game
Tonedeff is the ref with the whistle
Simple? Never! Bitch we’re just so clever
This goes out to Meddafore
Who’s sorta like the world
Because he’ll spin forever
Flow as sinful as a bimbo legs open
Whole ass up in your hands so gentle
Cameras click to capture this
So I can pit your past against you
Any attempt on me, you’ll thoroughly abort
Cause you’ll catch it before it happens
Like Minority Report
I’m sure to be recorded as
One of the nastiest, most technical
Flashiest, spectacle, cats seen yet to flow
Tracks you pressed in bulk
Lack in respectable craft, Just let it go
Masters shoulda' been left in
Your trash receptacle
That’s incredible! We let em know!
Or is it the cats that be
Frantically pulling me down grabbing at
My saddle to handle me
Leaving em cattle branded with logos
Stamped on they asses when taxes are filed
I claim niggas as my property assets
I’ve properly asked for things
Acting mannered
But cats haven’t granted me access to the
Respect or props that
I’ve practically gathered
Over the passage of time
I’ve mastered the many facets of rhyme
But ask Sam Jackson
The only life that’s been shafted is mine
I’m past trying to fit in
With niggas half as aspiring
Tired, but I won’t ever give
In… even after retirement
Heat! You can either dry with
Or die with blistering flames
So stay tuned because I’m about to
Stick fists in they face
In a vicious display of wit's
Only tricks of the trade you know
Are the Chickens you date
That get dickens for pay
You’re a sickening case
Think your slick in this game?
Then, your mic gets switched and replaced
As I toss the pin in your
Face as you grip the grenade
So, you’d better deliver your kids to a
Place where there’s kittens and games
So they can abandon the quest
For your missing remains
I’m a tsunami, you’re a typical wave
A hurricane to the drizzling rain
If it’s the clique that I claim, kid
It’s The Plague
And the Plague is the plizzle
Listen to this official issue
QN5 is the game
Tonedeff is the ref with the whistle
Simple? Never! Bitch we’re just so clever
This goes out to Meddafore
Who’s sorta like the world
Because he’ll spin forever
Flow as sinful as a bimbo legs open
Whole ass up in your hands so gentle
Cameras click to capture this
So I can pit your past against you
Any attempt on me, you’ll thoroughly abort
Cause you’ll catch it before it happens
Like Minority Report
I’m sure to be recorded as
One of the nastiest, most technical
Flashiest, spectacle, cats seen yet to flow
Tracks you pressed in bulk
Lack in respectable craft, Just let it go
Masters shoulda' been left in
Your trash receptacle
That’s incredible! We let em know!