The Tonedeff/Logic Project Songtext
von Tonedeff

This summer, Tone Def, Logic, the Tone Def Logic Project
And we are, all up in your ass

None of y′all bitches can stop me
None of y'all niggas can top me
None of y′all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly
None of y'all bitches can stop me
None of y'all niggas can top me
None of y′all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly

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

To the animals they crafted after, we laughing at ya
Blasting you bastards, cause it′s for certain
Your skills are a figment of your imagination like Tyler Durden

Whatever happened to qualified lines written down with mental quality?
I renamed your style pet peeve because
Your shit just fucking bothers me
Don't bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, I′m out of body


I ripped them out of your skull with my one-handed lobotomy
Here's an affirmation, I′m leaving your ass thrashed with lacerations
Voraciously masticating, you waste
Half of your days while masturbating

Placing your severed head in front of an assassination station
So day to day you'll face decapitation

You can′t stop me, top me or even rock me
I don't believe in fucking 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 rock me

None of y'all bitches can stop me
None of y′all niggas can top me
None of y'all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly

My dick′s bigger than Meg Dingle, I swing with the fandangle
Bang the one retarded bitch in the
Durango just to catch a different angle
Angles angle different in competition exposing your styling all bare

Cause even my shittiest line has got your rhyme 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
You hear me coming, can I take you out? Probably
Make you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry Bobby
You'll get hooked up, fucked early like girls that fornicate

I come off like those promotional stickers on porno tapes
The head of coronate, a flow so
Organic that plants are green with envy
Just how do 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

None of y′all bitches can stop me
None of y′all niggas can top me
None of y'all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly

I hear you crying and please but your time′s 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 beats some kind of fucking disease
You're trying to step to me? Like you′re the main feature?
Like bad audio email I'll ignore you and delete you
Then I′ll beat you, I mean like just beat you and defeat you
In front of your friends and family
Watching helpless from the bleachers
Yeah 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 Sixth Sense for translation
Now follow these directions, go to your rhyme at the top

Switch to the lead cause you′re a bitch I break it down top
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 your bitches lips are my certified nut warmers

Oral emancipator, forming the rants that paved the way for
An advanced decay of exorbitant rap pervaders
Thor of attack of haters, flows are the active agents
Blindfolded fast break, show you the horrible stats later
There′s no surprise here

I'm Tone Def but with fully functional
Fingers, tongue, nose, eyes, ears

Like college kids buy beer, it′s a given
That nobody else can flip it when Logic and Tone is riffing
Assaulting your bitch to hit the shit with ease
I'm rocking it hard, 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

None of y'all bitches can stop me
None of y′all niggas can top me
None of y'all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly
None of y'all bitches can stop me
None of y′all niggas can top me
None of y′all bitches can rock me
Tone Def and Logic, the project, you know we rock it properly

Yo, Tone Def and Logic, the project, check it out
Ellen Keller