V1
Ayo, Im playing knick-knack patty knock a beat the fuck out/
rejecting cats faster than gay kids bounced from the cub scouts/
Tossed from the front door of the clubhouse, like, “Whats up now?”/
Scour the grout off they feet and making em walk the rough route/
Im sick of niggas wearing Sean-John, always puffed out/
Hogging mics, acting retarded, just like Forrest Gump sounds/
So, if these rappers wanna bust rounds, I’ll have a field day/
I’m always in-zones when I touchdown, compton to bucktown/
Pounding the scrubs, How in the fuck your stuff counts?/
When Verbs is on witness protection, after hearing how I snuffed Nouns/
Stalk a circus and hunt clowns… If you’re smoking/
Tonedeff causes emphysema, and will ultimately turn your lungs brown/
And that’s my recommendation, I’m saving ya’ from deterioration/
By making replacements for inferior baseman/
Players that never could play at the game they were placed in/
Checking the roster for their names, just to discover that they were scraped in.
V2
Yo, I cross cultures like puzzles of words/
All y’all nickel & dime MCs are better off smuggling herb/
The minute I mutter a verb, I spark infernos/
I should be locked up for fucking kids like I was Mary Kay Latourneau/
You saying there were no… Witnesses/
Quick… if this hypocrite fibs a bit, kick his shit in and just get the whip and a hypnotist/
I’ll finish him with a little lyrical hit and then stick em and spit in his liquor with gin in it till he’s admitting it/
Y’all wack rappers are just effiminate/
If eating dick’s la vida loca, y’all niggas is living it/
So, Come ON!!, no need to do the arithmatic/
This kid is just sick, so, Heads up, peep my single Ridiculous/
I inconspicuously wow brothers, without studders, Leave sounds smothered/
You couldn’t come to grips with cow udders/
Like proud mothers, I brag with the best of em/
Ask your man what score he got after Mr. Deff tested em.
V3
If you’re the champ, hand over the fucking title now/
More rules than a cider house, pay me the proper respect… just close your eyes and bow/
Its show and tell ya better hide your style/
Im trying to separate the wack from the weak and I cant seem to divide the pile/
Stop grinning or I’ma strike ya smile/
Like lawyers strapped with time bombs, you’ll never survive the trial/
Cause I’ll defile ya name, card your ass and swipe ya file/
Bitch, Im the river of venomous flows that spiked the nile/
Despite denial, some rappers are never happy/
Yelling and shit with no email addresse talking bout get @ me/
Dog, I’m serious, with handhelds Im shouting out, like Nextel/
Don’t need a copy of Microsoft Office to EXCEL/
WORD. Im making these power points like Bill Gates/
Cause yo, if tone is recorded on chrome, its instantly the Ill Tape/
You know Domingo makes the real breaks/
Your mother said “Guanabana”, when I asked her how the dillz tastes.
Lucy Camp is the future. Beyond her unbelievable rapping capabilities, she's completely fearless and versatile with her sound. You literally never know what to expect from her. Tonedeff
Substantial is one of the greatest living emcees on the planet. Adultish is a masterwork of self-produced music about ageing gracefully, handled with a stunning level of emotional & artistic maturity. Tonedeff
This album saved my life. It's instrumental. Maybe that's what I needed at the time, but it got me through when I needed it most. Fantastic melodies and memorable moments. LOVE it. Tonedeff
The Maryland native is back with his fourth album, an expansive LP featuring Oddisee, Tonedeff, Marcus D. and Gensu Dean. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 3, 2017