Tonedeff - The Tonedeff/Logic Project lyrics

I snap wack rappers in half like
They was a stack of crackers
Till the animals they’re crafted after
Be laughing at ya
Blasting ya bastards, cause it’s for certain
Your skills are a figment of
Your imagination like Tyler Durden

Whatever happened to qualified lines written
Down with mental quality
I renamed your style pet-peeve because your
Shit just fuckin bothers me
Don’t bother coming back, with
Your weak thoughts, i’m outta body
I ripped em outta your skull
With my one handed lobotomy

Here’s an affirmation, i’m leaving your ass
Thrashed with lacerations
Voraciously masticating
You waste half of your
Dates while masturbating
Placing your severed in front
Of an assassination station
So that day to day you’ll Face decapitation

You can’t stop, top me, or even rock me
I don’t believe in fuckin’ crews
I even beat the guy who brought me
You stop me? Now that’s some
Shit that fucking shocks me
Send your girl to ride my dick, cause that’ll
Be the only way you’ll top me, you got me?

My dick’s bigger than Mandingo
I swing with a fandango
Banged a one legged retarded
Bitch in a Durango
Just to catch a different angle
Angles angel different in competition
Exposing your styling all bare
Cause even your shittiest flows has
Got your rhymes running scared
Sometimes I can’t bear to witness
The multitude of mediocrity
Running repetitive schemes making Hip-Hop
A total mockery but awkwardly
I welcome the weak when they’re all coming
Cause in competition
I house more niggas than if
My name was Mr drummond

Can I take you out? Probably
Make you take wrong turns like when
Whitney decided to marry Bobby
You’ll get hooked up
Then get fucked early like
Girls that fornicate
I come off like loose promotional
Stickers on porno tapes the head to coronate
With flows so organic that plants
Are green with envy
Just how the hell you think they chlorinate
No chemicals needed to formulate
Challenging calendars to tic tac-toe’s
The only way that you can score a date

I hear you crying with pleading
But your times up like a lease
What? Jealous cause I move
Crowds like Riot Police?
Bitch, stay at ease, and back
Off my mic please
Cause you seem to be giving my
Beat some kind of fucking disease
You trying to step to me?
Like you’re the main feature?
Like bad audio email
I’ll ignore ya and delete ya
Then I’ll beat ya, I mean, like
Just BEAT ya and defeat ya
In front of your friends and family
Watching helpless from the bleachers
Yea, I spoke to all your teachers
Went over your notes in your pad
And The part where you were
Speechless…best rap that you had
I wanted to respond
I just didn’t hear what you said
Rhymes with expiration dates on em, I mean
Your shit is so dead
That in the middle of a battle
In your rhyme deliberation
You’re gonna need that kid from
6th Sense for translation
Now, follow these directions
Go to your rhyme at the top
Switch to delete, cause you’re a bitch

To grasp fame you clutch performers
You gotta take scissors to almanacs of
Your street to cut corners
Weak MCs on my lunch order
In the winter you bitches lips
Are my certified nut-warmers
The oral emancipator
Formative rants that paved the way
For an advance decay of
Exorbitant wack pervaders
Through attacks for haters
Flows are the active agents
Blindfolded fast breaks just to show
You horrible stats later
There’s no surprise here
I’m Tonedeff but with fully functional
Fingers, tongue, and nose, eyes… ears
Like college kids buy beer, it’s a given
That nobody else can flip it when
Logic & Tone is rippin
Assaulting your bitch to hit
The shit with ease i’m rocking it HEART
Never skipping a beat -even when I sneeze
With no FEAR of amateurs
I’m prepping the pop world for combat
Like giving Britney Spears in Africa