[Verse 1] 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
[Hook] 2X 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!
[Verse 2] 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
[Hook] 2X
[Verse 3] 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