Turn It Up - Tonedeff

See, now I’d bet a fuckin' G, you prolly thinkin', now, who the fuck is this

misfit

Proving something on this mix, Dude this must be a misprint

True, I’m bumpin' this list, trick, move, I’m snuffing these bitch kids

Y’all niggas is bout as sweet as the nugget stuffed in them twix sticks

It’s Tonedeff, the nigga that cuts through these suckas with swift lips

Clueless fuckers get wigs split, Rumors come but they’re dismissed

Fooling us with a quick switch?

Tuned to some other mix disc

Would be like finding Nas with the Blueprint bumping in his whip

Fools get dumped in a ditch, just rudely fronting like big fist

Now, print this, The Plague, bitch, crews don’t want it with this clique

You was hunting for tidbits, then you found the Archetype and

K-Slay, the playa with the most exclusive cuts in the business My shit is a

little bit more than the human tongue can omit

Hit floosies up where their slits drip, do this under their clit lids

Columbian & Cuban blood under this skin

Who can touch the description of a psuedo-super-pun with a slim trim

I’m — the new and improved functioning whiz with Luger-lungs

And the fitness to the deliver the most brutal bumps to these dim wits

I’m driven as if I threw a clutch in the stick shift

One listen’ll strip 30 years from your life, shit, music this comes with a

pension

Intensive, administration of a million tooth-puncturing pin-pricks

From all of your minions to the bastard who fronts your equipment

Disaster soon comes in a instant

To pussy virtual tools, like Lara Croft with a two guns tucked in her middrift

Dig this busted youth becoming so twisted

Kids’ll request Smilez & Southstar more than the true 100% shit

QN5 is the governing imprint

That’s bludgeoning opposition with the indifference of a grandmother who would

smother an infant

I’ll leave you stunned as I come to admit this

Yo, son, nah, really… you’re nice… and J. Lo’s pussy’s a wonderful Christian

I’m adjusting my lenses… niggas really looked thug from a distance

But the minute you come close, you see the slump in their limp wrist

And I’m plugging your chick, dig?

it’s nothing tremendous

See… I loan her the cock, and you’re stuck with the interest

Her lust won’t allow her to front or resist this

Stiff dick that so big, that Tonedeff get counted as a couple in the census

Punch with a clenched fist, rupturing defenses, till your only fear is survival

I will spit scriptures that embarrass the bible

Go ahead, spit, You’re still wearing the title?

Then back it’s back to your

place

I’ll say you’re wack to your face, faster than Simon from American Idol

Turn it Up!

Turn it Up!

Drama King!

(Drama King)

In The Mix (In the mix with Kay Slay!)

Tonedeff (In this bitch)

QN5 — (we the shit)

Turn It Up!

(Turn It Up!!)

Turn it Up!

Turn it Up!

Drama King!

(Drama King)

In The Mix (In the mix with Kay Slay!)

Tonedeff (In this bitch)

QN5 — (we the shit)

Turn It Up!

(Turn It Up!!)