[V1]
Through the pages of tall tales and short stories
I was systematically given by Dewey my own category
As surely as it was written the chapters were satisfactory
I'm booking n***as that's claiming they've got a stack for me
My raps are purely worded with allegories inserted
f** with your hearing leaving one of your senses perverted
Make sure you heard it
Rarely averted my verbal array with slay the barely a**ertive
So get Judy to judge and spare me the verdict
No matter how you interpret the letters, regardless of translation
You're illiteracy shows like Babylonian aggravation
From lack of communication, sound barriers get broken
Whether written or spoken, I turn-styles without a token
Cause the way I coin a phrase will rapidly anoint the stage
Or vocal session, in every direction, let me point the ways
By way of my index, I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers, and interject 5 spaces to indent
Then I backspace to erase the last trace of n***as whose tracks waste
My time. You'll be last place to the line
Due to the fast pace of my mind
And it takes more than a snake or a swine
To place me within a backbrace
Cause I'm fat, ace, check the weight of my rhyme
You diggin the slap ba**? Trying to figure just how this b**h's a** tastes
Was headed for third base, the minute the b**h delivered the gas face
Like Ants to acid, I burn slower than bu*ter on a tepid gun
Yo, cause competition is none
[V2]
Now, you can bring it if you want it. But, be sure to keep the receipt
Cause when I freak to the beat, you're bound to get returned
I seek the heat and set to burn your tape, to let you learn your fate in advance
But that depends on if you tend to urinate in your pants
I place demands on small bladders and weak podiatrists
If there's a reason I get pissed, then 5 mcs can die-per-diss
And that's a quota. You stated that you know the amount
But you can strike it off the record, cause that sh** don't count
I end quotes like double apostrophes, put commas in comas
Make you dash to the doc, while checking your semi-colon for melanoma
Revoke your diploma, low marks to question me
ba*tardize the alphabet, and ask him which parent he sees
I use an*logies and context clues on occasion
Find my name's in tune with Tonedeff, minus the hyphenation
See, my inclination's to slash forward and not return
Cause if I come back, I'ma light you up twice like burned urns
And pound ya. Cause what you make up is cakey
I'll leave you so flaky
You'll be trying to hit the escape key just to evade me
But you can't quit out to safety
So pay me with your pin-number to sway me away today
Cause maybe an 80 will dissuade me
I've played the nice guy long enough, I'm charging late-fees
Can't f** with the rhyme, so you're hiding behind the 9 just like the 8-key
I create divisions like space bars when you press me
I'm like a hooker with her period - f**ing with me gets messy
[V3]
Competition is none, and Tone said it with authority
Cause competition nowadays is a majority
Of undereducated n***as delivering horribly
Swearing they're more complex than their own inferiority
And right behind them, There's sure to be some who*e at the local sorority
Who's wack, yet her shows are packed formidably
Now, baby got back, but she's a bore to me
Cause she's a front, like New York bottled water that lacks purity
My aura be tapped straight from the stream of consciousness
It's not often that I'm impressed, so I'm popping your confidence
At every given opp I get. All I'll need'll be a needle
Some custom instrumentals and just over 30 people
I'll surely hurt your ego if you go that route
I take the low road, but I don't bow to no man's clout
No need to be way-high to express ways to enact this
I planned the fastest path and ran Mcnally off the atlas
And this I'll practice, even when I be 95, I'll still be at this
Globally off-axis, hip-hop madness
Regardless how the demographics are stacked
Cause I'm the legend that never got on the map