[Tonedeff]   Yo, first I sprinkle a verse   By adding words, rhymes   Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines   Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme   Then ima let 'em and split 'em and add   Feelin my wrath   Vagrantly depart to the south so dirty   You want to be given a bath   Give it a pathelogical lie to deny that i'm nice   And the truth hurts (ow)   Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price   Figure, Six guys this live and nice on the mic   So don't dis us because we're fly,    Until you try what it's like   I'm liable to Slice at these emcee bastards   Leaving their knees fractured   Needing every peice of their teeth re-crafted   So don't front 'cause I see past it   You're harmless like wolverines adamantium claws   Yhen they're retracted   The scene's backlit,    It seems static will wreack havoc   A beat battered, I'll keep rappin'    In leech battle, will dreams shatter   In three nanoseconds (damn)   Count your patients, One step to Tonedeff   You're gone in sixty seconds like (?)      [Deacon]   I leave you riddled with basics   There's no need for complexity   To be beside myself I need God next to me   Just kiddin'    I'm patially bull shittin'   The only time I take a loss pussy's   When I lose kittens   I pitch shit past 'ya, no matter who's hittin   I don't capsize boats,    But I got crews flippin'   You catch it? the message needs analisation   Step and your boys will be pouring alcoholic libations   I flew sick, you knew this   I'll puzzle you, doofus   Fuck mental   In the stretcher went to a physical (?)   It will take more than stick to rearrange it then change it   His language is so strange, how do we contain it?   You can't just paint this stuff up on a canvas   You have to get the mental picture   To begin to understand this   So, Anticipate defeat, the league chances   Got your head speared, no lances   Doing burial dances      [sankofa]   I'm giving fourty like with speech imediments   Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter,    Step caught a reputation down the sides:   Too raw for porn, over thugs plates of leftovers   Eat some warm dober   Thug's a jaded wordsmith,    Bleeding ghost writer's pen's dry   Get on other rapper's nerves   Corroding dendrites   My thoughts connect,    You ought to step away fast,    It seems I gave cats "hey that's the way they make tracks"   Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid   Split society of (?) and indented in (?)   Independently sick   And this is just a quick reminder   If you was to pick a cipher   Then I'll bust you quick to write yours   All expenses paid, no questions asked   I'll get open in the cut and we can flesh your gash   Cat, relax. Man, the last time I took a breather   I got brought up on murder charges   Start the crooked finger      [Kno]   Yo, I'm not the fella to rifF with   I'm so nice Mr. Rogers sued my ass   For copyright infringement   Roll with henchemen,    Not, we'll switch heads   From wanna be thugs to 24/7 bitch kids   I'll bring my shitlist   Production cat bastards want jiggy beats   For some whack rappers   Switch my style if you're tryin' to play,    My beats will maraud your ass any time of day   Like deuce Biggalow's chick,    Whenever your through shit   People see you and holler "That's one huge bitch!"   Shit, when the lp rolls out   The source will be forced to make the quotables   A three page fold-out   No doubt, I'm fed up with this whack shit   Ballin the next gear, wearing abercrombie and fitch   Any Jiggy rapper acting fly on the radio    Is getting pulled out of rotation like a firestone radial      [Kashal Tee]   Catch the Tee, the hip hop scene I fathom   Let people know my windows belt keeps my jeans from sagging   It seems I'm raggin,    But feinds been naggin' for my next release   I apply all my expertise to make them extra pleased   Even get the breaks to peace that make a brother feel this   All I do is independent, like double helix   Selling out? well I hope that you're not   But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop?   You cant fuck wit me, yo, kid look   Taking me out aint no small feat, you aint bigfoot   You should know who the heck you're facing   'cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation   Now battle, is that you want to do?   What kind of man are you?   I bet you sit on (?)   Now that it's proven to you   You got a lot to tell us,    Them got your heart skipping beats like accapellas      [Celph-titled]   I'll be a mythic author,    Writing poems on tombstones   Celph-titled and, nigga you couldn't bring home   I'm at the crib wit your bitch givin' me slow head   Split you up in more peices than when Jesus broke bread   My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us   Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)   I don't battle with rhymes,    I'd rather battle with nines   Instead of using my mind   I'd rather shatter your spine   The closest you ever came to a punch line,    Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89   I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy   Fuckin' bitches with super asscheeks   You fucking faggots don't know the wrong speeches   I beat a bitch untill her whole body turns to cleavage   I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated   My left jab is fatal, leave your cats decapitated!