Tonedeff - Crispy (192) (Cover by sleepy Norwegian)

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LYRICS:

Yes!
You are now rocking with the brother that can bend space and time over the bass with rhymes.
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die.
Tone's the name - if you don't know it, then "que sera".
Go head and take a shot, you're a disgrace.
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain 'cause I got them holding my weight at the bottom.
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to... (Face off!)
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk.
You're ass backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball.
I hate when they call me a fast rapper.
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds.
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often.
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance.
Aiming to body them, making a moniker.
Breaking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like:
"Damn! Y'all hear what he just did?"
There ain't no motherfucker that be spitting it this quick.
Living or dead, hit them in the head when they listen.
Give them a sec, it's a bit depressing they missed it.
This kid flips it the best with minimal breaths and lyrical depth said with a crispness.
Typical vengeful niggas reject that I'm swifter than them and I'm willing to bet if you listen back: (It's shit!)
Critics is inconsistent.
Hypocritical idiots with no business.
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits.
Stay defending a prick like a bitch that's dick-whipped.
Viscious with this gift, no gimmicks.
Rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow.
'Cause brains implode from the name alone.
So yo, you might wanna take it slow.

Let's step it up at a minimum.
Tell me I'm the best in the bunch, and admit it, 'cause...
You don't wanna test with the level that I spit from.
Puppeteer snares, get Gepetto with a kick drum.
Niggas ain't impressed with the fluff that you giving them.
Beat them in the head with a punch and a billy club.
Either you're caressing your guns or obsessed with your dunks.
If you quest for the funk, then Tonedeff is the one with the sets you can trust.
Better believe it 'cause I'm an excellent judge.
Making records appealing and big events with a buzz.
And you'll never compete 'cause you're too slow.
Prolly couldn't make a dent with a bus on a benz from the front.
Threaten me once and I'll make a mess of your gums Crest shouldn't touch.
Should of kept it on the hush-hush.
But you're too stupid, and let it run...
Now you're dead up in a dump truck.
Jet when the tension combusts.
And don't mumble under your breath, I put a set of vents in your lungs.
And eventually, envious chumps will attempt to assess that there's special effects when I strum.
But no! There's no illusion to what's happening.
I'm actually rapping this with ravenous tenacity.
Go back and read the fact, I be the baddest.
If we can't agree; there ain't a motherfucker as fast mathematically.
(Yo!) I don't wanna step on any toes.
But the winning flow's infinitely Tone's.
And if we zone in to the prose, how it's sorted and composed.
Ain't nobody with a quotable as dope that they wrote.
And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show.
Exposed when the drums get slow.
With a twist of the throat, bust about nine techs at your dome.
Singing while the thugs sift through bones.

Yes!
You are now rocking with the brother that can bend space and time over the bass with rhymes.
So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die.
Tone's the name - if you don't know it, then "que sera".
Go head and take a shot, you're a disgrace.
I'm not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz!
So they complain 'cause I got them holding my weight at the bottom.
Knowing they ain't gonna bother to... (Face off!)
Brace to brawl, I've had enough of the safe talk.
You're ass backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball.
I hate when they call me a fast rapper.
Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds.
They're claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often.
But I'm remaining calm in a state of elated dominance.
Aiming to body them, making a moniker.
Breaking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like:
"Damn! Y'all hear what he just did?"
There ain't no motherfucker that be spitting it this quick.
Living or dead, hit them in the head when they listen.
Give them a sec, it's a bit depressing they missed it.
This kid flips it the best with minimal breaths and lyrical depth said with a crispness.
Typical bitch rappers are claiming they're swifter than Tone, but I bet upon playback; it's shit.
Critics is inconsistent.
Hypocritical idiots with no business.
Giving anyone lip when they're just some dimwits.
Stay defending a prick like a bitch that's dick-whipped.
Viscious with this gift, no gimmicks.
Rhythmic with a twist, and I'll never tame this flow.
'Cause brains implode from the name alone.
So yo, you might wanna take it slow.