Tonedeff - Ridiculous lyrics

It is un-fucking-believable
Whenever I proceed to besiege beats
With a mean streak
Lacing tracks fatter than sneakers
In Beat Street
Seeing to it that each week I’ve agreed
To defeat the weakest of emcees
Including G’s with Keys, Cheese & Bentleys
Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status
Due to my steez using this apparatus
Toss rappers like faggots do salads
Staggered by the amount of malice
That I managed to average
Any MC grabbing this mic after me
Is needing their hands bandaged
Master mechanic, assembling verses
I’ll be jerking your purse
Return with a smirk and a proof of purchase
I'm verbally perfect
And I’m assertive when I
Serve who deserves it y’all coming up short
You’ve got smurfs in the circus nervous
I’ve been alerted you’ve heard this
Pounding with crazy shit
With a tendency to hurt kids
Don’t allow me to babysit
The compound is amazing it’s slated to
Change the face of this
Restoring the fear of skills
In you lyrical atheists
Making sure the rhythm is hitting
When I be killing it
Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this
Baby, say my name, "TONEDEFF"
That kid is ridiculous

I’m rearranging the game we play with
A blazing array of ways
To display dismay and decay on the
Faces of fakes that say
They be claiming to turn the page
When they’re plainly afraid of change
So, like God with a laptop
I’ll be saving the day
Never the one to disgrace a blank stage
Or stay in the same place
Aiming to lay waste to these snakes
That ain’t vacating the 48 states
And Locating them in the other 2
Making em pay
Blatantly taking away their weight and
Then gaining a W
And then I be coming through with a nastiness
That ain’t been seen since
Your girl came clean
And really revealed just who the daddy is
Happiness is rapping and smacking chicks
I dominate tricks
And turn pimps into pacifist masochists
The most tactical activist and I'm
Letting the world know
These cats is more half-ass than the
Award show that the source throw
Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo
The lyrical Zorro
Carving initials into your torso

Im a man on a mission
Skills on the mic don’t equate
To your paper chase
Or the hate you place in your ammunition
It’s fact or fiction
I’m acting towards your abolition
I’m cracking you ghost just to
Battle you’re fractured apparition
Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision
No longer will I tolerate these cats
That’s fraudulent like Darva Conger
To be famous for 2 minutes
When their whole delivery comes off flatter
That a 12-year-old female gymnast
They have neither the capacity or
The fitness… for instance
These cats be thinking they’re ill
Just cause they’ve got syphilis
I come prepared with a quickness
Their boys could testify nude for them in
A court case and wouldn’t bare witness
Competition best to be scared shit less
I’ll sever their legs and toss
A ruler in front
Of em… see if they go the distance
This is readily on my wishlist
Like, sticking a chick that
Be sipping the tip
Of my dick until she’s lip less
The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya
Bitch, you couldn’t match wit's if you
Cloned a twin of Alicia
With lesser odds of winning with a militia
Blackmailing your bitch
Telling her that I’m gonna
Send you the picture
Of me and her playing strip-twister
These are the consequences you
Face when your only
Aim in the game is to get richer
Making intelligence legitimate when I
Be spitting it
You may be hard but you’re lyrically impotent
And I’ve been ripping shit since square one
Persistence in killing insolence
Like when women
Insist to get their hair done
I tear the sun out the sky
If it’s hogging my shine
If a track is ill, then it’s probably mine