The Tonedeff/Logic Project - Tonedeff, Logic

I snap wack rappers in half like they was a stack of crackers/

Till the animals they’re crafted after, be laughing at ya/

Blasting ya bastards, cause it’s for certain/

Your skills are a figment of your imagination like Tyler Durden

Whatever happened to qualified lines written down with mental quality/

I renamed your style pet-peeve because your shit just fuckin bothers me/

Don’t bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, I’m outta body/

I ripped em outta your skull with my one-handed lobotomy

Here’s an affirmation, I’m leaving your ass thrashed with lacerations/

Voraciously masticating, you waste half of your dates while masturbating/

Placing your severed in front of an assassination station/

So that day to day you’ll Face decapitation

You can’t stop, top me, or even rock me/

I don’t believe in fuckin' crews, I even beat the guy who brought me/

You stop me?

Now that’s some shit that fucking shocks me/

Send your girl to ride my dick, cause that’ll be the only way you’ll top me,

You got me?

My dick’s bigger than Mandingo, I swing with a fandango/

Banged a one-legged retarded bitch in a Durango, just to catch a different

angle/

Angles angel different in competition, exposing your styling all bare/

Cause even your shittiest flows has got your rhymes running scared/

Sometimes I can’t bear to witness the multitude of mediocrity/

Running repetitive schemes making hip-hop a total mockery/

But awkwardly, I welcome the weak when they’re all coming/

Cause in competition, I house more niggas than if my name was Mr. Drummond

Can I take you out?

Probably

Make you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry Bobby/

You’ll get hooked up, then get fucked early like girls that fornicate/

I come off like loose promotional stickers on porno tapes/

The head to coronate/

With flows so organic that plants are green with envy, just how the hell you

think they chlorinate/

No chemicals needed to formulate/

Challenging calendars to tic-tac-toe's the only way that you can score a date

I hear you crying with pleading, but your times up like a lease/

What?

Jealous cause I move crowds like Riot Police?

Bitch, stay at ease, and back off my mic please/

Cause you seem to be giving my beat some kind of fucking disease/

You trying to step to me?

Like you’re the main feature?

Like bad audio email, I’ll ignore ya and delete ya/

Then I’ll beat ya, I mean, like, Just BEAT ya and defeat ya/

In front of your friends and family watching helpless from the bleachers/

Yea, I spoke to all your teachers, went over your notes in your pad/

And The part where you were speechless… best rap that you had/

I wanted to respond, I just didn’t hear what you said/

Rhymes with expiration dates on em, I mean, your shit is so dead/

That in the middle of a battle, in your rhyme deliberation/

You’re gonna need that kid from 6th Sense for translation/

Now, follow these directions, go to your rhyme at the top/

Switch to delete, cause you’re a bitch

To grasp fame you clutch performers/

You gotta take scissors to almanacs of your street to cut corners/

Weak MCs on my lunch order/

In the winter you bitches lips are my certified nut-warmers/

The oral emancipator, Formative rants that paved the way

For an advance decay of exorbitant wack pervaders/

Through attacks for haters, Flows are the active agents/

Blindfolded fast breaks just to show you horrible stats later/

There’s no surprise here/

I’m Tonedeff but with fully functional fingers, tongue, and nose, eyes… ears/

Like college kids buy beer, it’s a given/

That nobody else can flip it when Logic & Tone is rippin/

Assaulting your bitch to hit the shit with ease/

I’m rocking it HEART, never skipping a beat—-even when I sneeze/

With no FEAR of amateurs/

I’m prepping the pop world for combat like giving Britney Spears in Africa