Everybody, Count it down with me now, here we go again with some of the dirtiest words
You've heard, but couldn't discern, cause most of the %#@! that I spit is a blur
Certainly. But, Observing me once, isn't really serving me any justice

So, bust this extraordinary functional display of the tongue-twist
Some of these punk (*##$ kids that's thinkin they're rockin and rolling hard
Are really the fakest imposters. They've never strolled the yard

They're bragging that they got a stolen car
They get in the way, then I'm running em over dog, oh, It's on
They're getting their faces torn off with pure resolve Sayin, I'm sure is all, kid

You wanna get burned? Talk %#@!. Steppin to Tonedeffs like trying to run without learning to crawl, (*##$
Y'all is thoughtless. Cause if you're determined to fall, I recommend that you stall a bit
Cause, sonny, Ive mastered all of it

from the hottest bars to spit, to the introduction shouts that's up at the this start of this
Listen, if anyone doubts the kid, they gotta to be flogged & whipped just like a $#&@in Sodomist
Non-Stop till the apocalypse hits, regardless, son, if you give it up or call it quits

Your coffin ditch is dug, by Mr. SOS and Tonedeff-inite the great
Wait Hearing the words come outta my mouth is makin ya %#@! on yourself just like a weapon in your face
Step into my space, buddy ya better be asking me to flow or get performances

Sonny, I'm earning my stars with about a half-a galaxy to go till it's over with
(Holy %#@!!) Yes, you love it, don't ya, baby! Open Wide! Scoop it all! Swallow to the balls
And I'm followed through the malls, because the gift of my flow is $#&@in polished to a fault

Astonishing awestruck crowds, leaving a city with hardly a jaw shut How?
Well, I'm abolishing the laws of sound, nobody figured would ever fall til just now
Touchdown, better go chalk up another landslide to the QN5 side/

Nobody's sick as the kid. You can bet your man's life, cause its lose or die time/
Prove it nine times outta ten you can see me then over 182 bpms/
Doin the 16th notes, or even the 24 syllable speedy flow, and I'll concede, yo.

But til that day arrives, son, I'ma stay alive,
because the way I grinds really a state of mind
And even in base design I never strain to rhyme

If anyone take my lines, kid, its a waste of time
Because at Point Blank
no one cant spit em with this critical flair and shear sickness/

It's Tonedeff BEST FLOW IN THE GAME. If the worlds listening, bare witness. Yes