All Tomato by Gradient Lyrics
Get 'em, Gradient!
[Verse 1:]
Evidently he got the hardest beats
Come to find out I got the dopest bars
Evidently he got the dopest beats
It just so happens I got the hardest bars
So what the fuck that mean? We raw
It don’t matter what we brought
They know what the fuck we on
Motown soul or a slow-roller
To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want
I could be a soldier, go put me on a poster
I'm livin ‘like I'm ‘posed to, but nope, I cannot
Back down when I’m on a track now
Doin' it for Track Town, rappin' laps around y 'all
Lemme be sincere
The puzzle be missing many pieces here
Steady frontin' like you runnin' from somethin'
So did you get to focus on your own needs this year?
I'm the one the whole species fear
It never smells like feces near
Cuz I shit gold nuggets and I got a few leprechauns
Pickin’ up all the pieces here
Practice like AI (AI!)
Design like KI (KI!)
Your set just cleared the room
So I’mma grab the mic and say “May I?”
I don't even care what the song is about
Don’t even listen to what I'm talkin' about
I'm eatin’ Chicken on the next album
Provin' I can still rap with cock in the mouth
What kinda Juggalo would I be
If I obsessed over what y'all think of me?
When I lived in my car with two employers
I struggled to keep all my clothing clean
Kinda shy when ya notice me
But I'm tryna be a GOAT on the Moda screen
More soul than the Otis beat
And chocolate fountains don't flow this sweet
[Hook:]
Covid came, but I'm stopped by no disease
On my way home, I'll cop some groceries
At the show it's no bag of rosaries
I brought all tomato for you to throw at me
Alternate on the flow, I hope to be
Among the great, I'm no joke, don't poke at me
At the show it's no bag of rosaries
I brought all tomato for you to throw at me
[Verse 2:]
And now I thank god they ain't rot
It don't matter what we brought
They know what the fuck we on
What kinda song
Motown soul or a slow roller
To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want
I could be the menace
Who meant it, what I said in every silly little sentence
Your jaw wide open and I'm still talkin'
So I guess that makes me a dentist
You know the drill!
Same time tomorrow
We got more hollow crap for you to follow!
Distraction addicts
Just like the madman at Mar-o-Lago
I've heard the club is lit
I wrote a book, one day I'll publish it
But this Tuesday, 2/22
Wrote a few to just prove I run the shit
That's factual
(And now for something completely different)
[Verse 1:]
Evidently he got the hardest beats
Come to find out I got the dopest bars
Evidently he got the dopest beats
It just so happens I got the hardest bars
So what the fuck that mean? We raw
It don’t matter what we brought
They know what the fuck we on
Motown soul or a slow-roller
To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want
I could be a soldier, go put me on a poster
I'm livin ‘like I'm ‘posed to, but nope, I cannot
Back down when I’m on a track now
Doin' it for Track Town, rappin' laps around y 'all
Lemme be sincere
The puzzle be missing many pieces here
Steady frontin' like you runnin' from somethin'
So did you get to focus on your own needs this year?
I'm the one the whole species fear
It never smells like feces near
Cuz I shit gold nuggets and I got a few leprechauns
Pickin’ up all the pieces here
Practice like AI (AI!)
Design like KI (KI!)
Your set just cleared the room
So I’mma grab the mic and say “May I?”
I don't even care what the song is about
Don’t even listen to what I'm talkin' about
I'm eatin’ Chicken on the next album
Provin' I can still rap with cock in the mouth
What kinda Juggalo would I be
If I obsessed over what y'all think of me?
When I lived in my car with two employers
I struggled to keep all my clothing clean
Kinda shy when ya notice me
But I'm tryna be a GOAT on the Moda screen
More soul than the Otis beat
And chocolate fountains don't flow this sweet
[Hook:]
Covid came, but I'm stopped by no disease
On my way home, I'll cop some groceries
At the show it's no bag of rosaries
I brought all tomato for you to throw at me
Alternate on the flow, I hope to be
Among the great, I'm no joke, don't poke at me
At the show it's no bag of rosaries
I brought all tomato for you to throw at me
[Verse 2:]
And now I thank god they ain't rot
It don't matter what we brought
They know what the fuck we on
What kinda song
Motown soul or a slow roller
To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want
I could be the menace
Who meant it, what I said in every silly little sentence
Your jaw wide open and I'm still talkin'
So I guess that makes me a dentist
You know the drill!
Same time tomorrow
We got more hollow crap for you to follow!
Distraction addicts
Just like the madman at Mar-o-Lago
I've heard the club is lit
I wrote a book, one day I'll publish it
But this Tuesday, 2/22
Wrote a few to just prove I run the shit
That's factual
(And now for something completely different)