Tonedeff - 616 Rewind lyrics

[Tonedeff] Yo, first I sprinkle the verse By addin' words, rhymes Flippin 'em in a verse with lines Then I'mma hit 'em disperse rhyme Venom and then I'mma split 'em in half Feelin' my wrath Venturin' through parts of the South so dirty You'll want to be given a bath It's livin' a pathological lie to deny that I'm nice And the truth hurts (ow) Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price To get six guys this live and nice on the mic So don't diss us because we're fly Until you try what it's like I'm liable to slice at these emcee ba*tards Leaving their knees fractured Needin' every piece of their teeth re-crafted [Do it to 'em] So don't front cause I see past it You're harmless like Wolverine's adamantium claws When they're retracted [ching*] If the scene's backlit Or seems static, we'll wreak havoc We'll beat batter to keep rappin' A leech battle, a dream shatterer For three nanoseconds [damn] Count your paces, one step to Tonedeff You're Gone in Sixty Seconds like Nicholas Cage is [Deacon] I'll leave you riddled with basics There's no need for complexity To be beside myself I need God next to me Just kiddin' I'm partially bullsh**tin' The only time I take a loss p**y is when I lose kittens I pitch sh** past 'ya, no matter who's hittin' I don't capsize boats But I got crews flippin' You catch it? The message needs an*lyzation Step and your boys'll be pouring alcoholic libations I flew sick, you knew this I'll puzzle you, doofus f** mentally Stretch you into a physical Rubik's It'll take more than sticker rearrangement to change it His language is so strange, how do we contain it? You can't just paint this up upon the canvas Gotta get the mental picture To begin to understand this So anticipate defeat, delete chances Got your heads speared on lances Doin' burial dances [It's over] [Sankofa] I'm giving body language speech impediments Each uttered threat causes confident cats to stutter-step Cut a reputation down to a sighs too raw for p**n overdubs Plate of leftovers? Warmed-over thugs A jaded wordsmith bleeding ghostwriter's pens dry Getting on a rapper's nerves, corroding dendrites When my thoughts connect, you ought to step away fast Seems I gave cats ADATs the way they make tracks Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid Spit Society of Nimh and indent it in lids Indie Pennant is sick and this is just a quick reminder If you lust to vic a cipher then I'll bus your clique to Rikers All expenses paid, no questions asked I'll get open in the cut and leave your flesh a gash Can't relax, man, the last time I took a breather I got brought up on murder charges, start the crooked fever [Kno] Hey yo, I'm not the fella to riff with I'm so nice Mr. Rogers sued my a** For copyright infringement Roll with henchmen That will switch heads From wanna be thugs to 24/7 b**h kids Topping my sh**list Producting cat ba*tards wantin' jiggy beats For some wack rappers Switch my style? Who you tryin'a play? My beats'll maraud yo' a** any time of day Like Deuce Bigalow's chick Whenever you do sh** People see you and holler "That's one huge b**h!" sh**, when the LP rolls out The Source'll be forced to make the quotables A three-page fold-out No doubt, I'm fed up with this wack sh** Bombin' the next kid wearin' Abercrombie and Fitch And any jiggy rapper actin' fly on the radio's Gettin' pulled out of rotation like a Firestone radial [Kashal Tee] Kashal Tee, the hip hop scene I phatten Not even my winner's belt keeps my jeans from saggin' It seems I'm braggin' But fiends been naggin' for my next release I apply all my expertise and make 'em extra pleased Even get the vexed appeased, I make any brother feel this All I do is independent, like double helix Sellin' out? Well I hope that you're not But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop? You can't f** wit me, yo, kid, look Takin' me out ain't no small feat, you ain't Bigfoot You should know who the heck you're facin' Cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation Now battle, is that you want to do? What kind of man are you? I bet you sit on the urinal too Now that it's proven to you They got a lot to tell us NIMH got your heart skippin' beats like acapellas [Celph-titled] I be a cryptic author Writing poems on tombstones Celph-Titled, the n***a you couldn't bring home [Who's that?] I'm at the crib wit your b**h givin' me slow head Split you up in more pieces than when Jesus broke bread My clique is raw, be prepared when you meet us k** an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh) I don't battle with rhymes I'd rather battle with nines Instead of using my mind I'd rather shatter your spine The closest you ever came to a punch line Was waitin' for refreshments at the prom in '89 I'm super crafty, super nasty, super raspy f**in' b**hes with super a**cheeks You f**ing f*ggots don't know what raw speech is I beat a b**h until her whole body turn to cleavage I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated My left jab is fatal, leavin' cats decapitated