Ridiculous - Tonedeff

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

Hook: When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody’s feeling it

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 (x2)

Verse 2: 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

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: 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 wits 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

Hook (x2)