Ridiculous by Tonedeff
Ridiculous lyrics
Chorus:
When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody�s feeling it/
Making sure the rhythm is hitting when I be killing it/
Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this/
Baby, say my name, �TONEDEFF�, that kid is ridiculous.
V1
It is un-fucking-believable, whenever I proceed to
besiege beats/
With a mean streak, lacing tracks phatter than sneakers
in Beat Street/
Seeing to it that each week I�ve agreed to defeat the
weakest of MCs/
Including G�s with Keys, Cheese & Bentley�s/
Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status/
Due to my steeze using this aparatus, toss rappers like
faggots do salads/
Staggered by the amount of malice that I�ve managed to
average/
Any MC grabbing this mic after me is needing their
hands bandaged/
Master mechanic, assembling verses/
I�ll be jerking your purse, return with a smirk and a
proof of purchase/
Im verbally perfect, and I�m assertive when I serve who
deserves it/
Y�all coming up short, you�ve got smurfs in the circus
nervous/
I�ve been alerted you�ve heard this, pounding with
crazy shit/
With a tendency to hurt kids� don�t allow me to
babysit/
The compounding�s amazing it�s slated to change the
face of this/
Restoring the fear of skills in you lyrical aetheists.
V2
I�m rearranging the game we play with a blazing array
of ways/
To display dismay and decay on the faces of fakes that
say/
They be claiming to turn the page, when they�re plainly
afraid of change/
So, like God with a laptop� I�ll be saving the day/
Never the one to disgrace a blank stage or stay in the
same place/
Aiming to lay waste to these snakes that ain�t vacating
the 48 states/
And Locating them in the other 2. Making em pay/
Blatantly taking away their weight and then gaining a
W/
And then I be coming through with a nastiness/
That ain�t been seen since your girl came clean, and
really revealed just who the daddy is/
Happiness is rapping and splacking chicks/
I dominate tricks, and turn pimps into pacifist
masochists/
The most tactical activist and Im letting the world
know/
These cats is more half-ass than the award show that
the source throw/
Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo/
The lyrical Zorro, carving initials into your torso.
V3
Im a man on a mission/
Skills on the mic don�t equate to your paper chase or
the hate you place in your ammunition/
It�s fact or fiction, I�m acting towards your
abolition/
I�m cracking you ghost just to battle you�re fractured
apparition/
Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision/
No longer will I tolerate these cats that�s fraudulent
like Darva Conger/
To be famous for 2 minutes/
When their whole delivery comes off flatter that a 12-
year-old female gymnist/
They have neither the capacity or the fitness� for
instance/
These cats be thinking they�re ill just cause they�ve
got syphilis/
I come prepared with a quickness/
Their boys could testify nude for them in a courtcase
and wouldn�t bare witness/
Competition best to be scared shitless/
I�ll sever their legs and toss a ruler in front of em�
see if they go the distance/
This is readily on my wishlist/
Like, sticking a chick that be sipping the tip of my
dick until she�s lipless/
The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya/
Bitch, you couldn�t match wits if you cloned a twin of
Alicia/
With lesser odds of winning with a militia/
Blackmailing your bitch, telling her that I�m gonna
send you the picture/
Of me and her playing strip-twister/
These are the consequences you face when your only aim
in the game is to get richer/
Making intelligence legitimate when I be spitting it/
You may be hard but you�re lyrically impotent/
And I�ve been ripping shit since square one/
Persistence in killing insolence like when women insist
to get their hair done/
I tear the sun out the sky if it�s hogging my shine/
If a track is ill, then it�s probably mine.
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