Mixtape-medley

DJ Avee

DJ Avee We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs/

100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P’s/

But I differ drastically, Cause whether I’m raping the rhythm is never really a debatable issue…Tonedeff’s official/

Like notary’s that publicly diss you just to list you/

Hit you with a lyrical hysterectomy and off I piss you/

Hard to miss you, Cause you’re the fat jack of wack cats/

I laugh at the fact, my ricochets is the only way you blast back/

Tonedeff has actual tact, whenever I rap I flatten tracks/

Till they match the Manhattan maps they’re drafted on/

I master songs like I was Ace engineering/

Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye… I’d hit your mind, but your face was interfering/

Here in the now is when representation would aid your wasted statements/

Gates are closed and you still wanna ride like Chevy Chase on vacation/

Place your faith in this, Play me Avee, add bass to the mix/

I serve Icebergs when I rhyme, you’re just tasting the tip/

Wait till I get, paid to reject, fakes with the reps taking the checks/

vacant of flow….So, when they ask you if you knew, say you know.

Marley Marl & Pete Rock’s “Future Flavas”

My rhymes are way past radio, so I’m played last/

I never overwrite, I just keep my original flow and then I save as/

You’re lame as cats that’s kicking the same trash/

I never lose, I’ll go down swinging like Austin Powers in a plane crash/

It’s tonedeff with out the name dashed, I’m killing the space/

With the will it takes to drill your face, and use paste to fill in the blanks/

When Fosse cats deliberate, their autopsies facilitate/

The cops having to pull their dental records from their pillowcase/

I will disgrace cats over iller breaks, rehabilitate with necessity/

And I inundate, most simpletons could never deal with complexity/

A breast to finish the line: A new En-ti-ty/

With more brainpower put in my rhymes than Hannibal Lecter’s dinner recipes/

“Hello, New York”, Domingo excels steady/

We schooling more drop outs than faulty Nextel celly’s/

So, get set ready, my threat’s felt heavy on mics for many/

Yo, I cut to the chase quicker than takin a knife to Chevy/

Intertwined with a bevy of cynical punchlines that I bury/

Behind a flurry of rhymes that carry your mind to very defined comical commentaries/

I’m probably on scary level you never heard before/

I’d serve ya more, But I’m never searching for beef like herbivores/

And Furthermore, When the beats drops – Im shattering speed clocks/

I’m wondering how you say you’re a man when your girl be keeping her knees locked/

I teach shop with Marley Marl & Pete Rock, and we Fascinate/

Cause Tone’s the Flava of the Future, most rappers are after tastes.

Phat Philly

Yo, I’m known to actually smack silly stacked willy acts really Fast/

Release wax to be scratched with ease by Phat Philly/

Masterfully, cats’ll be smashed to pieces, drastically/

It has to be Tonedeff, for one, so stop asking me/

Im tappin the ass of each, splackably back heavy/

Groupie that’ll swallow happily, gargle with apathy/

The very thought of chastity is blasphemy/

My cavity’s will double the chance to catch a thief, because I got two snatch to eat/

A cunnilingus casualty…Your girl is just another oral tragedy/

The queen of ass, we call the whore your majesty/

Your last complete was rap was screaming fallacy/

I’m blabbin to seep calories, and on the average b, you speak for salary/

ACHOO! Your wackness feeds my allergy/

It’s naturally a travesty, my Mic’s Benadryl and this track’s my Tavist-D/

It’s sad to see, a rappers passively not attempting to badger beats/

While Tonedeff is treating the BPM savagely.

DJ Blowout’s “Verses Vs Beats” [aka GRADIENT]

I’m spitting the verses that’s calamitous, scandalous/

Slanderous, cancerous… Half of this master list/

Of adjectives is smacking kids with accurate attacks

That get Disastrous as I get faster with immaculate patterns it’s/

The consequence of dominance, prosperous, prominence/

Common sense will bop you into compliments For rocking this accomplishment with consonants/

I’m in this boxing shit to knock comp outta consciousness/

I got the evidence, intelligence, incredulous precedence/

With a set of prints, tested with the best equipped of instruments/

Forget your prejudice?

When Tonedeff is blessed with the remembrance element of an elephant?/

I’m obligated, concentrated, contemplative, beyond creative/

Not elated by the way you’ve propagated plots of hatred/

Complicated topics state The way that I operate is just properly consummated/

I’m the correlator, story sayer, formulator extraordinaire/

Performing where the norm is their adored heir/

I storm in there with a morbid flare and not a soul to spare/

Reforming, repairing and restoring the air/

Cause I be tearing it down, wearing the crown, pairing the sounds/

Comparing the nouns I’m staring ya down, with nary a frown/

I’m sparing ya town, I’m taking you clowns to burial grounds, and scaring you out/

I vary the bounds in preparing lobotomies out of the kit that I carry around/

I’m really astounding, knocking you out ya gord/

Fishing for compliments, bored… Reeling your eyeballs off of the floor/

Via various lures, never seen wackness as scary as yours/

Via Marriage or heritage, Kid, I hope your very insured/

And really be sure to leave your will to match/

This is verses vs beats, you’d probably think I’d share top billing with plants/

Marching like militant ants, You ain’t heard Tonedeff?/

It’s been a long time coming like non-lickable, stickable stamps/

I don’t fiddle with rap, I’ve had it with these rappers/

I kill combos, cause I insert razor blades into cheese crackers/

Disaster strikes with lyrics and beats factored/

I’m exorcising the devil out of the beats to keep active.