From “Mr. SOS for President Vol.1”
Written by: Tonedeff
©2003 QN5 Music (ASCAP)

Everybody, Count it down with me now, here we go again with some of the dirtiest words/
You’ve heard, but couldn’t discern, cause most of the shit that I spit is a blur/
Certainly. But, Observing me once, isn’t really serving me any justice/
So, bust this extraordinary functional display of the tongue-twist/
Some of these punk bitch kids that’s thinkin they’re rockin and rolling hard/
Are really the fakest imposters. They’ve never strolled the yard/
They’re bragging that they got a stolen car/
They get in the way, then I’m running ‘em over dog, oh, It’s on/
They’re getting their faces torn off – with pure resolve – Sayin, I’m sure is all, kid/
You wanna get burned? Talk shit. Steppin to Tonedeff’s like trying to run without learning to crawl, bitch!
Y’all is thoughtless. Cause if you’re determined to fall, I recommend that you stall a bit
Cause, sonny, I’ve mastered all of it:
from the hottest bars to spit, to the introduction shouts that’s up at the this start of this/
Listen, if anyone doubts the kid, they gotta to be flogged & whipped just like a fuckin’ Sodomist/
Non-Stop till the apocalypse hits, regardless, son, if you give it up or call it quits/
Your coffin ditch is dug, by Mr. SOS & Tonedeff-inite the great/
Wait! Hearing the words come outta my mouth is makin’ ya shit on yourself just like a weapon in your face/
Step into my space, buddy ya better be asking me to flow or get performances/
Sonny, I’m earning my stars with about a half-a galaxy to go till it’s over with/
(Holy shit!) Yes, you love it, don’t ya, baby! Open Wide! Scoop it all! Swallow to the balls/
And I’m followed through the malls, because the gift of my flow is fuckin polished to a fault/
Astonishing awestruck crowds, leaving a city with hardly a jaw shut – How? /
Well, I’m abolishing the laws of sound, nobody figured would ever fall till just now/
Touchdown, better go chalk up another landslide to the QN5 side/
Nobody’s sick as the kid. You can bet your man’s life, cause it’s lose or die time/
Prove it nine times outta ten – you can see me then over 182 bpms/
Doin the 16th notes, or even the 24-syllable speedy flow, and I’ll concede, yo.
But till that day arrives, son, I’ma stay alive,
because the way I grind’s really a state of mind
And even in base design – I never strain to rhyme
If anyone take my lines, kid, it’s a waste of time
Because at Point Blank
no one can’t spit ‘em with this critical flair & shear sickness/
It’s Tonedeff – BEST FLOW IN THE GAME. If the world’s listening, bare witness. Yes