Текст песни Tonedeff - The Tonedeff/Logic Project
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[Verse 1 - Tone]I snap wack rappers in half like they was a stack of crackersTill the animals they`re crafted after, be laughing at yaBlasting ya bastards, cause it`s for certainYour skills are a figment of your imagination like Tyler Durden[Logic V1-B]Whatever happened to qualified lines written down with mental qualityI renamed your style pet-peeve because your shit just fuckin bothers meDon`t bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, I`m outta bodyI ripped em outta your skull with my one-handed lobotomy[Tone V1-C]Here`s an affirmation, I`m leaving your ass thrashed with lacerationsVoraciously masticating, you waste half of your dates while masturbatingPlacing your severed in front of an assassination stationSo that day to day you`ll Face decapitation[Logic V1-D]You can`t stop, top me, or even rock meI don`t believe in fuckin` crews, I even beat the guy who brought meYou stop me? Now that`s some shit that fucking shocks meSend your girl to ride my dick, cause that`ll be the only way you`ll top me, You got me?[Verse 2 - Logic]My dick`s bigger than Mandingo, I swing with a fandangoBanged a one-legged retarded bitch in a Durango, just to catch a different angleAngles angel different in competition, exposing your styling all bareCause even your shittiest flows has got your rhymes running scaredSometimes I can`t bear to witness the multitude of mediocrityRunning repetitive schemes making hip-hop a total mockeryBut awkwardly, I welcome the weak when they`re all comingCause in competition, I house more niggas than if my name was Mr. Drummond[Tone V2-B]Can I take you out? ProbablyMake you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry BobbyYou`ll get hooked up, then get fucked early like girls that fornicateI come off like loose promotional stickers on porno tapesThe head to coronateWith flows so organic that plants are green with envy, just how the hell you think they chlorinateNo chemicals needed to formulateChallenging calendars to tic-tac-toe`s the only way that you can score a date[Verse 3 - Logic]I hear you crying with pleading, but your times up like a leaseWhat? Jealous cause I move crowds like Riot Police?Bitch, stay at ease, and back off my mic pleaseCause you seem to be giving my beat some kind of fucking diseaseYou trying to step to me? Like you`re the main feature?Like bad audio email, I`ll ignore ya and delete yaThen I`ll beat ya, I mean, like, Just BEAT ya and defeat yaIn front of your friends and family watching helpless from the bleachersYea, I spoke to all your teachers, went over your notes in your padAnd The part where you were speechless... best rap that you hadI wanted to respond, I just didn`t hear what you saidRhymes with expiration dates on em, I mean, your shit is so deadThat in the middle of a battle, in your rhyme deliberationYou`re gonna need that kid from 6th Sense for translationNow, follow these directions, go to your rhyme at the topSwitch to delete, cause you`re a bitch[Tone V3-B]To grasp fame you clutch performersYou gotta take scissors to almanacs of your street to cut cornersWeak MCs on my lunch orderIn the winter you bitches lips are my certified nut-warmersThe oral emancipator, Formative rants that paved the wayFor an advance decay of exorbitant wack pervadersThrough attacks for haters, Flows are the active agentsBlindfolded fast breaks just to show you horrible stats laterThere`s no surprise hereI`m Tonedeff but with fully functional fingers, tongue, and nose, eyes... earsLike college kids buy beer, it`s a givenThat nobody else can flip it when Logic & Tone is rippinAssaulting your bitch to hit the shit with easeI`m rocking it HART, never skipping a beatEven when I sneeze, with no FEAR of amateursI`m prepping the pop world for combat like giving Britney Spears in Africa