Greetings, how's that for a formal

Introduction which seems quite normal

'Til I push the H-Y-P-E button then

All of a sudden

A change in the format with reckless abandon

Rush the stage and start commanding the mic

But the mic's not cordless

Mine is, 'cause I can afford this type

Of mic you like without the cord

That you can't afford 'cause the Lord

Is taking over for the sellout

Bust the mic 'til your 18 inch fell out your bass box

Now I got him

He tried to take it back so I shot him

With a double barrel

Semi-automatic shotgun

You say it's weed but you ain't got one

'Cause you be frontin' with your fake plastic Uzi

Yo, you need to save that for Suzie

Chapstick, with your overhanging fat lip

Pussing out the cracks with the Vaseline grip

So wake up, you need to learn the correct

I'm the one that gets the job done, I'm great

And walk away with respect

When Tone's in effect, 'cause I'm in

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This is the style following that I kill

Putting heads to bed like NyQuil

Flying pots, so go fly a kite

High enough to get struck by lightning

A key is tied to the string

To cause a shock worse than a sting

From a killer bee, but don't touch the honey

Pockets so fat it's translated means money

And power, spraying thugs like a shower

To blossom and bloom like a flower

But please, don't confuse it with a daisy

I dance even dirtier than Patrick Swayze

So work out with the number one video

And watch me bust a rhyme on my man Arsenio

Art show, I think you should know

I'm Tone with the skin tone that seems to glow like snow

That keeps falling to the Earth

Take your rhymes to the pawn shop and see what they're worth

Nothing, 'cause your rhymes ain't top notch

So sit back, relax and watch, 'cause I'm in

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Now when I'm in effect that means I'm in the mode to move

'Cause I've never been sued or sold

You see you need to be told

The weak style of rap you're using is old and worn out

That's why you never get a turnout

All you're ever gonna be is a burnout MC

You see you'll never be a hero

So listen sweetheart, you need to cut that zero

Like my man Thug said, the opposite is a bug bed

Or a bed bug, so roll out the red rug or carpet

You need to just park it

Before I use your crown as a target at the gallery

Or a shoot 'em up movie

The beat is kinda groovy

But is it smooth enough to be selected for the quiet storm?

Yes, because it's soft and warm

So let the storm keep brewing

Ask yourself, you're told what you're doing

Eventually, soon come to realize

I keep my eyes on the prize, 'cause I'm in

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