Ocean - Tonedeff, PackFM, Substantial, Rok One, and Ocean Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: Tonedeff and (Substantial)] I'm just f**ing with you (Word up). Check it out. Yo. It's on the one, one, two (What?). It's Tonedeff, y'all (Word up). Extended F@mm in the grill. Check it out, yo (Yo, Tonedeff, yo). Check it, yo [Verse 1: Tonedeff] I am one of the illest to rock on Fat Beats, but battling kids is Making me feel like Carl Lewis at a handicapped track meet Don't open your mouth, dun, on the cracked teeth of a back beast I could rap three times as hard and still come off as half the athlete Battle me? You practically can't even fax me You winning would be like finding Danny Glover in the back of a cab seat Can't believe you that weak. You mad sweet ‘Cause, even if you're an atheist, you're in need of a Priest like Maxi “Let the power of Christ compel you!” I pack A lyrical flow so deep, even Noah couldn't survive the deluge Parks don't even get the swing of things. I don't know What borough you from, but you'll get cancelled like The King of Queens I'm bringing things in more Powers than Austin I'm a monster when I use flour to soften emcees and devour them often Shower losses on you half-a**ed babies, you smell me? You're a wack ba*tard, yelling, “Get in my belly!" At the top of your lungs, mocking me comes at a price When you bite my lines, I'm shocking the gums, chopping thumbs off So you can't hold your dick to piss again. I'll slap a stamp With the back of your corny a** and overnight you back to Switzerland I'll envelop you for every instance You reach for a sandwich or every f**ing time your tummy itches You're softer than twenty b**hes when you cover dubs You're more p**y than the smell of a gynecologist rubber gloves [Verse 2: PackFM] It's outrageous the way I stay ripping up these stages I'll spit sh** so sick, you cats wish you were contagious I'll spread it like The Plague is, will vibe to silent pages You stay kicking that fake sh**, trying to blame it on The Matrix You so wack, you'll even leave a thief screaming, “I can't take it!” I get Biz like Mark. I'm catching wreck. You catching vapors Don't play with my yoyo. Fast-paced to slow mo Invest like Sunoco off an eight-bar promo Tryna battle us? Oh no. That's not proper etiquette You know Dominion be the "f** You I Rhyme Better" kids Pa** me a sedative. Rhymes are mad sick With no hands, I'll throw [tangents?] at catch mitts Last kid tried to match with, got struck like a matchstick And I ain't see him hit the ground—medics came and got him that quick We stretch like elastic disc and we snap back Think you got punchlines? The truth is you getting laughed at I'm a cla** act and a tough one to follow Heard your rhyme. You s** and it's obvious that you swallow ‘Cause you ain't spitting. You need to turn it down a smidgeon n***as said that you was def/deaf—they must've meant that you don't listen And if you're not a singer, then stop all that rifting ‘Cause you hitting ‘bout as hard as three kittens wearing mittens [Verse 3: Substantial] One of the illest emcees this side the Mississippi Bust rhymes in your grills, leave you traumatized and sticky Real competition come and go like a quickie Strictly ripping microphones for the love of it Giving you my all, but you only catching some of it Walking on solid ground and we're the ones up under it Providing stability our responsibility Even with bronchitis, n***as wouldn't sound ill to me Eat an emcee like chicken wing, fried heart Make a atheist scream, “Oh my God!” Got dealt a bad hand trying to pull my card n***as act hard—like Bruce Willis, they'll Die Hard I'll be the last standing, catch wreck like crash-landings Put in work like blue collars ‘cause rhyming is demanding That's why I'll spit like my life hangs in the balance For my suburb herbs and my n***as in ghetto housing f** a pale horse—beware of the black stallion Y'all played like gold-plated dollar-sign medallions My superb flow go from zero to turbo. What can I Say? We here to stay like the slang term “yo” [Verse 4: Rok One] Check it. I'll get loose with more juice than Tropicana co*k the hammer, squeeze off, drop the grammar When I rock the crowd, make sure you got your cameras I got this on lock like chain gangs and cotton planters If the question is sk**s, Rok's the answer, remedy Radiate like chemotherapy to stop the cancer Of this b**h-rapper propaganda. Son, watch your manners I'm putting heads to rest and tell your crew to rock pajamas, s**er Showing my sk**, I'll just go for the k**. Rappers Should be mountain climbers—they're so over-the-hill I'll permeate your skin. Everything I drop is toxic verbally I'll chop kids like ejection seats in helicopter co*kpits Even though I'm not a known rapper, I'm a microphone master And half of y'all couldn't catch wreck if it was thrown at ya Get your bones fractured, face on a milk carton Play the comic, bro. Your time is up like Phil Hartman Military drill sergeant disciplining your team I could turn a bunch of crack junkies into marines It's been in my genes to be a lyrical sk** machine Lights, camera, action, but f** the silver screen [Verse 5: Ocean] We saw her at The same time. You mad ‘cause I respond faster She's feeling me, so you's a nonfactor You think it's hot now? Wait until it's all mastered I've got DJs waiting just to jump up on lackers I'll squeeze trash emcees until my palm fractures The pain made me go and get a garbage compacter [?] and I get together. We build like contractors The joy that it brings you that is way beyond laughter We do the science, work the angles like protractors I try to feel these other rap cats, but they're all actors I hope they're not posing for me, poor ba*tards Running around, Tree-Top-clueless with no tactics I'm trying to figure out ways for us to blow faster Without the c**aine, the same old game So y'all are here, losing y'all heads like Ichabod Crane So I ain't leaving until y'all sick of my name I got scientists out here, picking my brain My mind's, in time, more powerful than my frame Ten to one, you'll always see with a fly dame Y'all motherf**ers ain't feeling my pain One