Heavyweight Lyrics

Tonedeff Heavyweight

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V1 (24)
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 schillin 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 bassment/
Sometimes I be slaying for entertainment/
Cause, yo, Im outclassing motherfuckers, without ever
having to weigh in.

Chorus:
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! (x2)

V2 (24)
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 discus/
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 artform 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.

Chorus:
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! (x2)

V3 (16)
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’ll taste vomit!
[Gasp] I need a reminder to intake oxygen/
Space-Polymer Based oxidants.. Say hot shit, display
confidence/
Hey audience! [BREATHE!!] Just wave arms till it’s
plain obvious/
Play God, and persuade crowds to behave honest and pay
homage/
And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are marked for
death like stained coffins/
I keep clean cause I bathe often and never illegally
trade documents/
Hate-mongers, repent! Let me set it straight!
I’m the heavyweight, like long lines in front of a
Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers!
Potna.

Chorus (with ad-libs):
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! (x2)