Heavyweight by Tonedeff
Heavyweight lyrics
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Huh, we're about to solidify...(heavyweight) check it
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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)
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