f/ Celph Titled, Tonedeff, Sankofa, Kashal-Tee



[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 dead, dryed sweat

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

Down Along the Cove Lyrics
by Bob Dylan Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama, It sure is good to see you comin' today." Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy. Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy. She said, "Lord, have mercy, honey, I'm so glad you're my boy!" Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand. Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand. Ev'rybody watchin' us go by Knows we're in love, yes, and they understand.