Heavyweight - Tonedeff

The premises get vacated… The millisecond I kill the seven niggas that play

jaded

Within a record I chill the tepid temperatures they’ve created

With their pitiful minimal efforts to make statements

I spit on em got em shelling out money to cover their late payments

Cause they’re way dated, these dumb motherfuckers have never paid dues,

and believing that they’ve made it

For as long as Im repping intelligent lyrics I figure I’ll stay hated

But my mindframe is to remain patient

With niggas posing about as hard as a stripper’s nipples on stage naked

Yo, I can’t take it, I’m keeping em plummeting toward the bottom like stocks

that’s daytraded

Net-fiasco's, Get these asshole’s fates tainted

Flaming & relocating just like gay vagrants

Tone slays the giants, like my legal name’s David

What I say’s blatant, no apologies necessary to glaze the game blazing

Touch overdubs or change the phrasing

Lyrically maintaining, jugular vein’s straining

Tonedeff adds to the pressure with bass so deep it makes your brains cave in

I’ll break it down for the laymen, for the niggas that ain’t acing the basic

training

My rations got their trays swaying

Galleries use my verses for page framing

Cause, hey I stay flagrant with lyrics nastier than Tammy Faye bathing

Keep comp shook like charter plane when it’s raining

I stay phat on the underground like there was a buffet in the main basement

Sometimes I be slaying for entertainment

Cause, yo, Im outclassing motherfuckers, without ever having to weigh in

The Heavyweight flow!

It’s Tonedeffinite — Everything goes

Can you Play?

No!

With Your Petty Stage Show

It’s Tonedeffinite

Ready, Wait — Go!

The Heavyweight Pro with the heavyweight flow!

No one’s as gifted or as vigorously meticulous with a writtern scripture

Or spits with this infinite syllablism that I’ve been equipped with

Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to

get rich

Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get this

Even when I’m simplistic, I can be unbelievably cryptic

The rhythm endures the physical force to split a tree with a discuss

With the ease of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance

In an instant by this plague affiliate that’s seething with sickness

I seem to get listless with these kids when I see what they dismiss

Cause anything missing a punchline’ll get eased outta business

Like delivery’s not important!

Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored it’s horrid

Son, if you can’t flow then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet

If you ain’t repping the art-form then don’t record it

Heads are starving and fiending for an assortment of global proportions

If you ain’t feeding the scores of supporters, then you’re hoarding

And you’re a whore that’s killing your heritage like Lizzie Borden

The dexterity I display scrambles your cells like you was a dizzy warden

Committed to scoring more than a jiggy Mormon

With a diamond studded bible that bling-blings in the sunlight

When I rhyme at full throttle, I’m titled «Supreme Being» when I come tight

And these things are finally done right

Like obscene scenes riding your slut wife

Our extreme flings stifle your love life

Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight

And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights

And you can bank on it!

The playing odds’ll stay solid

If you remain brolic with name calling, leave with a ganked wallet

I take solace in making profits like fake scholars

That want you to waste dollars for paid knowledge in state college

With great prowess, I face off with and shank cowards

And waste all their debased followers, break laws with a brave heart like the

late Wallace

I chase robbers, escaped convicts who rape songs and create garbage

Embrace carnage, they ain’t artists!

Sample their flavor and you’ll taste vomit!

I need a reminder to intake oxygen

Space-Polymer based oxidants.

Say hot shit, display confidence

Hey audience!

Just wave arms till it’s plain obvious

Play God, and persuade crowds to behave honest and pay homage

And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are marked for death like stained coffins

I keep clean cause I bathe often and never illegally trade documents

Hate-mongers, repent!

Let me set it straight!

I’m the heavyweight, like long lines in front of a Jenny Craig or Weight

Watchers!

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