The Tonedeff/ Logic Project

[Verse 1 - Tone]

I snap wack rappers in half like they was a stack of crackers

Till the animals they're crafted after, be laughing at ya

Blasting ya bastards, cause it's for certain

Your skills are a figment of your imagination like Tyler Durden

[Logic V1-B]

Whatever happened to qualified lines written down with mental quality

I renamed your style pet-peeve because your shit just fuckin bothers me

Don't bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, I'm outta body

I ripped em outta your skull with my one-handed lobotomy

[Tone V1-C]

Here's an affirmation, I'm leaving your ass thrashed with lacerations

Voraciously masticating, you waste half of your dates while masturbating

Placing your severed in front of an assassination station

So that day to day you'll Face decapitation

[Logic V1-D]

You can't stop, top me, or even rock me

I don't believe in fuckin' crews, I even beat the guy who brought me

You stop me? Now that's some shit that fucking shocks me

Send your girl to ride my dick, cause that'll be the only way you'll top me,

You got me?

[Verse 2 - Logic]

My dick's bigger than Mandingo, I swing with a fandango

Banged a one-legged retarded bitch in a Durango, just to catch a different angle

Angles angel different in competition, exposing your styling all bare

Cause even your shittiest flows has got your rhymes running scared

Sometimes I can't bear to witness the multitude of mediocrity

Running repetitive schemes making hip-hop a total mockery

But awkwardly, I welcome the weak when they're all coming

Cause in competition, I house more niggas than if my name was Mr. Drummond

[Tone V2-B]

Can I take you out? Probably

Make you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry Bobby

You'll get hooked up, then get fucked early like girls that fornicate

I come off like loose promotional stickers on porno tapes

The head to coronate

With flows so organic that plants are green with envy, just how the hell you

think they chlorinate

No chemicals needed to formulate

Challenging calendars to tic-tac-toe's the only way that you can score a date

[Verse 3 - Logic]

I hear you crying with pleading, but your times up like a lease

What? Jealous cause I move crowds like Riot Police?

Bitch, stay at ease, and back off my mic please

Cause you seem to be giving my beat some kind of fucking disease

You trying to step to me? Like you're the main feature?

Like bad audio email, I'll ignore ya and delete ya

Then I'll beat ya, I mean, like, Just BEAT ya and defeat ya

In front of your friends and family watching helpless from the bleachers

Yea, I spoke to all your teachers, went over your notes in your pad

And The part where you were speechless... best rap that you had

I wanted to respond, I just didn't hear what you said

Rhymes with expiration dates on em, I mean, your shit is so dead

That in the middle of a battle, in your rhyme deliberation

You're gonna need that kid from 6th Sense for translation

Now, follow these directions, go to your rhyme at the top

Switch to delete, cause you're a bitch

[Tone V3-B]

To grasp fame you clutch performers

You gotta take scissors to almanacs of your street to cut corners

Weak MCs on my lunch order

In the winter you bitches lips are my certified nut-warmers

The oral emancipator, Formative rants that paved the way

For an advance decay of exorbitant wack pervaders

Through attacks for haters, Flows are the active agents

Blindfolded fast breaks just to show you horrible stats later

There's no surprise here

I'm Tonedeff but with fully functional fingers, tongue, and nose, eyes... ears

Like college kids buy beer, it's a given

That nobody else can flip it when Logic & Tone is rippin

Assaulting your bitch to hit the shit with ease

I'm rocking it HART, never skipping a beat

Even when I sneeze, with no FEAR of amateurs

I'm prepping the pop world for combat like giving Britney Spears in Africa