Bring It

CHORUS

If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/

If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/

If you really want it… I can bring it to ya/

So, make up your mind, cause I’m itching to move through ya/

V1 – TONEDEFF

You have never heard this flow before/

Hold your soul in and then close the door/

Shut it tight, ‘cause I bring that raw hardcore/

Dirty flow to pump and leave your heart sore/

I’m sure the rhythms and the rhymes are pure/

The lyrical auteur to pitiful sophomores/

Emcee wannabes that all got tours/

Prepare to surrender your shit and fall to all fours/

This is yet another redefinition of the emcee/

With a view to a kill no matter what the lens see/

I focus on flawed imaginations that’s empty/

And devoid of funk, pre-eminently/

I’ve bent the original rules of rhyming so that nothing prevents me/

Cause the drum & the bass tempt me/

I’ve sent these words in verse, so, evidently you’re done/

Cause I refuse to bring it to you gently.

V2 – TONEDEFF

You can call me the freeze-frame shutterbug/

Cause I’ll stop you dead in your tracks and snap your picture while I’m at it/

I’ve had it up to here with the static and the jeers/

Response from my peers is automatic wreaking havoc on your ears/

Been rapping for years, mastered every aspect/

Of this craft, that I’m saddened to say is stagnant/

I be laughing at half-wits, just coming to grasp with/

Vocabulary patterns that’s average, as I play with Symantecs/

Famous for tactics, Lines that I – say with a passion age into classics/

All while entertaining the masses/

Drastic measures are implemented all in your head/

The sandman to put em to sleep and then swallow the bed/

I never, follow the trends, I’ll bend whatever you set/

I’ll embody your style, and dismember your rep/

Inventive and set on revising, revolutionizing the gears in this mega-machine/

The appointed head of the team/

Set on defeating the feeble, Completion is the true test

T-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-F, who’s next?

V3 – TONEDEFF

Push forth, That’s what this Jux’ for/

Never fall for these crooks with more titles bookstores/

Always scheming on good scores, creaking on wood floors/

But peep ‘em and their hook’s horse-shit, and their look’s poor/

Bordering on absurdity, Served the underground for an eternity

Yet, certainly most radio stations ain’t never heard of me/

Thirty-percent of these niggas is flossing/

The other seventy’s thugging, emulating whatever they’re watching/

Caution, lost one, ain’t you see the sign? Music’s redefined/

Just read between the lines/

I’m bringing my expertise of extra heat,

To melt this ice age at the hundred and 10th degree/

Preventing me from accomplishing this is inexplicably devious thinking/

Like shooting holes in a boat as you’re sinking/

Odds of survival, reduced to those of finding decent delinquents/

If you stand in the way of progression, I’m pleased to bring it.