CHORUS If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/ If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/ If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/ So, make up your mind, cause I’m itching to move through ya/
V1 – TONEDEFF You have never heard this flow before/ Hold your soul in and then close the door/ Shut it tight, ‘cause I bring that raw hardcore/ Dirty flow to pump and leave your heart sore/ I’m sure the rhythms and the rhymes are pure/ The lyrical auteur to pitiful sophomores/ Emcee wannabes that all got tours/ Prepare to surrender your shit and fall to all fours/ This is yet another redefinition of the emcee/ With a view to a kill no matter what the lens see/ I focus on flawed imaginations that’s empty/ And devoid of funk, pre-eminently/ I’ve bent the original rules of rhyming so that nothing prevents me/ Cause the drum & the bass tempt me/ I’ve sent these words in verse, so, evidently you’re done/ Cause I refuse to bring it to you gently.
V2 – TONEDEFF You can call me the freeze-frame shutterbug/ Cause I’ll stop you dead in your tracks and snap your picture while I’m at it/ I’ve had it up to here with the static and the jeers/ Response from my peers is automatic wreaking havoc on your ears/ Been rapping for years, mastered every aspect/ Of this craft, that I’m saddened to say is stagnant/ I be laughing at half-wits, just coming to grasp with/ Vocabulary patterns that’s average, as I play with Symantecs/ Famous for tactics, Lines that I – say with a passion age into classics/ All while entertaining the masses/ Drastic measures are implemented all in your head/ The sandman to put em to sleep and then swallow the bed/ I never, follow the trends, I’ll bend whatever you set/ I’ll embody your style, and dismember your rep/ Inventive and set on revising, revolutionizing the gears in this mega-machine/ The appointed head of the team/ Set on defeating the feeble, Completion is the true test T-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-F, who’s next?
V3 – TONEDEFF Push forth, That’s what this Jux’ for/ Never fall for these crooks with more titles bookstores/ Always scheming on good scores, creaking on wood floors/ But peep ‘em and their hook’s horse-shit, and their look’s poor/ Bordering on absurdity, Served the underground for an eternity Yet, certainly most radio stations ain’t never heard of me/ Thirty-percent of these niggas is flossing/ The other seventy’s thugging, emulating whatever they’re watching/ Caution, lost one, ain’t you see the sign? Music’s redefined/ Just read between the lines/ I’m bringing my expertise of extra heat, To melt this ice age at the hundred and 10th degree/ Preventing me from accomplishing this is inexplicably devious thinking/ Like shooting holes in a boat as you’re sinking/ Odds of survival, reduced to those of finding decent delinquents/ If you stand in the way of progression, I’m pleased to bring it.
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