What side you on, you want alive? It's right here
Don't look any further while your vision is clear
A lotta fog in the mist tryin to throw you a curve
All these rappin thugs gettin' on my last damn nerve
You eat the same piece of cake day in and day out
That tired ass flavor gets played out (no doubt)
You say that tag along warning to a rhyme for the rest
When we rock all the people say "yessuh"
We fresher than alla' these miggy-figgy-niggies on the mic
The scratch, you know the wickywicky words to match
You still playing catch-up, fall far behind the line
Trying to cut, but you wasting your time please, come on dude
We the Five Deez, superior rhyme steez, don't have our own style
We got styles plural, you still caught up in yesterday
Steppin' and fetchin, gettin' swept away
Futuristic black holdin' mics like soldiers hold weapons
On the attack I'm reppin',
Cincinatti's finest no question (give me five)
Now you say Queens City
Throw your hands up in the sky
Wave around from side to side
We about to get fly
Roll my glock over on a sucker who's locomotive
I'm moving in like the ocean, devotion within my rhymes
Same year, last time committed crimes like a felon
Three fifty seven lyrics can bust you up like melons
They ending when I'm dealin at five hundred decibles
I'm yellin "Five Deez" tellin
Cities and countries before me (say what?)
I'm lucky, these other cats bore me, cold and plastic
I turn the crowd into elastic, I'm stretchin' them to the left
And get pulled to the right
Like a periscope, seeing over normal eyesight
I rock all night, so you can roll through the day
Feelin' the rhythm (to hear my rhymes in delay)
I give 'em what is needed while you just form what they want
Who gonna get jumped, chump? Crunk brothas
Bounce to my jams like blubba, we doin' it for lovas
While you suckled with the hatas, on the crossfada
And you say Queens city
Hey, you can call me on your mobile phone
Or grab a pen and a sheet of paper and write a letter at your home
You can download my music off an internet site
Or you could be mixtapin' it, we'll still be creatin' it
You could have a compact disc, with vinyl gratin' it
Vibrations, be still, and keep the vibe waitin'
A watcher or a reader, a loner or a leader
You could be the one that make the party cold or make it heat up
(Make the beats heat up)
Bust slow to my motion,
From the highest mountain to the bottom of the ocean
You want it? Final attack, get attacked on DAT
'Cause and effect, it's because we wreck
There's no flaws to detect
So don't pause the deck
Local or international, took galactic respect
You could fall from the pressure
Or could you take the weight
(And rhythmic break)
And you say Queens city...