Chorus It’s The Evil That Pens Do, we can’t help it/ Over instrumentals, you get dealt with/ Got you nodding your head, until your neck breaks/ We’re professionals, do what you do best, and spectate.
V1B – TONEDEFF Now, who gets nasty like this on a regular basis/ Spent more time with a permanent pen than I ever did with erasers/ I’m making these lame disgraces beg Eddie Murphy to trade their places/ Curse their managers in church and disgrace their agents/ Displaying the flagrant anger in me, in its raging stages/ It’s plainly outrageous… these cats is buggin like aphids/ Been waiting to spray this in any face to face engagement/ I be coming off of the cuff, leaving your girl with a pearl bracelet/ I’m firm and invasive. You diss, the response is abrasive/ I will warp your fuckin’ mind, like Hunter Thompson in Vegas/ And won’t be stopping for ages. Kid, you’re merit is gainless/ The numbers speak for themselves just like alphanumeric pages/ Im out to replace the haste and poor taste that restrain us/ With more signature lines in masterpieces than famous painters/ You couldn’t cut it close with a sheen tracer/ When nobody’s watching, I’ll take over your set like a screen saver/ Please see to your behavior. Tonedeff is ominous/ Tearing out your heart just like bitches with broken promises/ Honest. My rhymes will keep you in astonishment/ (With) so many lines, I got geometrists with doctorates with postulates/ But I’m on top of it, send em back to the lab/ Kids be kickin’ battle raps about the skills they don’t actually have/ So, I tactfully, polysyllabically, drastically stab em/ With more lines than the amount of times that Ive been asked to collab/ With this masterful plan, put your balls in a sling/ A Constant winner in the summer, even make comp fall in the spring/ It’s all in a blink, cause I be visionary/ These are definitive times, yo, I hope you got your watch and dictionary.
V1B – SUBSTANTIAL Yall cliché like old sayings role playing like thesbians/ You vagina fronting hard like a butch lesbian/ You thought that we was done this is where the test begins/ You feminine like estrogen riding the style like equestrians/ This specimens invisible like ice cream trucks in winter/ Contenders we get up in ya leave pussy straight tender/ I’m warning ya suckers stay away if you’re phonier/ Than Milli Vanilli rocking a cubic Zerconia/ No job rapper mooching off your mom rapper/ Don’t write lyrics you bite lyrics hard rapper/ Battling to see who’s wacker come back record rappers/ Ending every line with the same word rappers/ Sound familiar never should you familia/ You rap clowns could give me pat downs I wouldn’t feel ya/ Vicious is my behavior you’re hoping your man saves ya/ ‘Cause I bring pain like wiping your ass with sand paper/ Underground like a hermit as close as you come to perfect/ Lyrically licensed to kill nigga you need a learner’s permit/ Simpleton I injure men from Washington to Michigan/ Losers couldn’t be like if our names were synonyms/ Ill enough to get a quotable for my chorus/ ‘Cause this my world and you faggots are just tourists/ Meanwhile piranhas bite my whole style verbatim/ But them niggaz ain’t me that’s exactly why I hate them
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V2A – SESSION With fantastic tactics you get your ass kicked / when I back flip and land heels first on your back, kid / voice wrapped in plastic, when I spit it, explosive / acidic, erosive, you get it in doses / battles? I’ll have you shootin at me after / charge my brain when I connect my nerves to nuclear reactors / who can I be after, precisly laser guided / I catch burn on joints like arthritis when I write it / gettin excited, ya scared, grabs your guns tight / when I coughed, the sky divided, light blinded, GOD yelled guzuntight / I’ll turn the market, wit hails of tunes / learn your target and trail wit goons, burn your carcass inhale the fumes / I bring heat in battle, what you come up wit is dull / I’ll drop your water percentage, vapors comin up from your skull / I’ll heat the toast, and beat on most / I slay you dead on the spot and speak to ghosts, defeatin most with preachin notes / I spit bricks and lift tenements, grab mics rip an event / hip hops fifth element / I hurt clowns, I dont push up I push the earth down / go the full nine yards and still get the first down / on one play have bums layed when my tongue spray / and you cant come back like gettin stuck on a one way / your lungs cave everytime you try and rip tracks / you suck so much your throat muscles get snapped when you spit raps / so get back, you gettin fucked for the last time like I dead slut / wit the size of my ego I’ll hit the world wit a headbutt / step up, I got Tone, Stan, and Pack FM / while your rhymes is so pussy ya faggots attractin men!
V2B – PACK FM Its the Evils That Pen’s Do, Ya rhymes will be used against you// With the mic as my untensil, I write rhymes monumental/ If I offend you, I meant to. When I’m on an instumental/ It’s just so sentimental, Takin you back like a rental/ Flippin scripts Like gymnastic actors, who practice back flips/ On pissy mattresses, Knock worlds swallowed by galactus off axis/ Cats want to be as nice as Pack is, but they dont practice/ You’re just a wack bitch, You aint suptising me/ You’re over rated, like Barney parental advisoy/ So why are these kids tryna be grimey and greasy/ I’ll fuck with you head, Not even eggs get over easy/ These niggas be actin sleezy, gettin up in my face/ Girls try to touch me and tease me, I dealt with the case/ You waste time, I lace rhymes with dopeness/ For the MC’s that quote this, I triple the dosage, call me the mic doc/ Might rock the spot like after shocks/ For niggas who been rhymin’ twice as long, and still dont have half the props/ You have to stop…Your paragraphs make me laugh/ Your whole crew cant even fuck with my faculty and staff/ Send a memo to the seargant, tell him fire up the squadrant/ Got these garbage niggas chargin, sayin they’e butter when they’re margerin/ But they melt either way/ I be the P the A C the K, See the way i flow is out of the norm/ Schoolin’ kids like a college, You’ll get housed like a dorm// With a ratio of shady hoes, We got the crazy flow/ With a Substantial amount of Sessions at Deff Radio (It’s Like That Bitch!)
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