From “Hyphen”
Written & Produced by: Tonedeff
©1999 QN5 Music (ASCAP)

V1
Have a cup of coffee, sit back and open up your mind/
Now this type of rhyme was designed to keep writers above the line/
Cause I�ll guide us above the swine, and keep the gate up for traitors/
While beats cater to cut-creators and fader operators/
From Decatur to Kendall, the terminator to pencils and pens/
More to the P than the Rentals were friends/
But that be dated like them leaders of cheers be under beers/
I�ve contracted calendars to number your years/
I put pressure on motherfuckers like 300 lb. Peers/
Like a captain on blank pages, I�m steering clear/
Whether weather�s ever severe, I�ll bring ya to mass with the classics/
Stopping the wack shit just like naked bitches in traffic/
I�m graphic by design, Illustrated like sports without the swimwear/
Between her wet thighs is where your bitch be feeling my chin hair/
You know I had to go there cause I�ve been there/
I�ll Spice your Girl up, that�s what I really really want/
Now, we can talk coffee like Linda Richman/
I�ll fold your style, and I�ll switch then, take your picture just like I�m Pitman/
Throw in Danny Glover to Crispin, it�s all related/
Sank-a titanic crew now their records be inundated/
It�s all correlated, everything that I�ve stated/
I speed up Metabolisms while you be decaffeinated/
Known for leaving ya satiated, I�m delegated/
Representatives in my House ain�t thirsty cause I�m Irrigated/
Niggas get irritated, Hate it when I�m elated/
They�re pained cause I pull em down more than windows get shaded/
Cause they�ve evaded the sun and concentrated on the gun/
But if I crack em open-if they�re see through, I�ll breeze through/
Adversaries that�s even tinted. I�ve got a penance for pennants/
So if you dirty seconds, I�ma clean a minute/
Even though, I�d cream the senate, I still don�t PUFF laws/
Or blow out judiciary committees within the city/
And I�m pretty confident, that with these pronouns and consonants/
I�ll rapture the heavens and all the seven global continents/
And I�m in this, Breaking up the plates just like some Greeks in Pangea/
Even if they�re dubs for the clubs/
And I�m off a level that I even out on my own/
But, I�ve been known to take it over the top, like Stallone/
So, when the road be getting Rocky and I�m hanging from cliffs/
I�m locking out the daylight, and then I hit �em with this/
I keep it on and on and, you, it don�t stop/
You�d better protect your 7-UP because I�m blowing up the spot/
So, I keep it bubbling, so da niggas�ll know the half between the boring and me/
It�s cause I got the pep, see?
If these kids is rhyming �bout Coke, then I�ma keep my Tab on �em/
They can�t Dye-it Right, that�s why all of the skags want �em/
I�m icing more niggas at their peaks than a mountain do/
Maintenance at the Fontainebleau�s all they�re amounting to/
Rip ya to bits for the sake of counting you, leave ya wound in two/
Bounding your throat and make guesstimations about the sound of you/
Doggin�, but never hounding you, that�s just too easy/
That threatening style of rhyme never appeased me/
So I prefer to squeeze the/
Last drop out of metaphors and similes Like they was a squeegee/
I�ve got more game than E3, I never saw E.T/
But you I still phone home- Don�t fuck around within the Tonedeff zone/
Because you bound to get your whole set thrown, Hoes get stoned/
I�ll repossess your shit and then your clothes get loaned/
Cause no army can salvage you when you push me/
I�d lay you out Quick, but that�s a bigger turn off than bushy pussy/
So, I spread the fly vibe like eagles with butterknives/
Now you can dissect that line, and three definitions you�ll find/
With some repetitions and time, you�re bound to catch on/
But those who don�t are getting beat by the beast like Gaston/
And lyrically that�s the beauty of it… I pull back heads like Pez/
Cause I was hand-picked by Juan Valdez/
Not the number, but the name you call, and I�ll be coming when/
You need another cup of joe from the Cuban/Colombian.