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What side you on, you want alive? It's right here |
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Don't look any further while your vision is clear |
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A lotta fog in the mist tryin to throw you a curve |
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All these rappin thugs gettin on my last damn nerve |
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You eat the same piece of cake day in and day out |
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That tired ass flavor gets played out (no doubt) |
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You say that tag along warning to a rhyme for the rest |
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When we rock all the people say "yessuh" |
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We fresher than alla these miggy-figgy-niggies on the mic |
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The scratch, you know the wickywicky words to match |
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You still playing catch-up, fall far behind the line |
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Trying to cut, but you wasting your time please, come on dude |
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We the Five Deez, superior rhyme steez, don't have our own style |
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We got styles plural, you still caught up in yesterday |
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Steppin and fetchin, gettin swept away |
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Futuristic black holdin mics like soldiers hold weapons |
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On the attack im reppin, Cincinatti's finest no question (give me five) |
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Now you say Queens City |
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Throw your hands up in the sky |
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Wave around from side to side |
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We about to get fly |
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Roll my glock over on a sucker who's locomotive |
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I'm moving in like the ocean, devotion within my rhymes |
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Same year, last time committed crimes like a felon |
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Three fifty seven lyrics can bust you up like melons |
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They ending when I'm dealin at five hundred decibles |
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I'm yellin "Five Deez" tellin cities and countries before me (say what?) |
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I'm lucky, these other cats bore me, cold and plastic |
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I turn the crowd into elastic, I'm stretchin them to the left |
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And get pulled to the right |
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Like a periscope, seeing over normal eyesight |
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I rock all night, so you can roll through the day |
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Feelin the rhythm to hear my rhymes in delay |
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I give em what is needed while you just form what they want |
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Who gonna get jumped, chump? Crunk brothas |
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Bounce to my jams like blubba, we doin it for lovas |
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While you suckled with the hatas, on the crossfada |
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And you say Queens city |
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Hey, you can call me on your mobile phone |
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Or grab a pen and a sheet of paper and write a letter at your home |
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You can download my music off an internet site, |
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Or you could be mixtapin it, we'll still be creatin it |
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You could have a compact disc, with vinyl gratin' it |
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Vibrations, be still, and keep the vibe waitin |
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A watcher or a reader, a loner or a leader |
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You could be the one that make the party cold or make it heat up |
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(make the beats heat up) |
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Bust slow to my motion, from the highest mountain to the bottom of the ocean |
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You want it? Final attack, get attacked on DAT |
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Cause and effect, it's because we wreck |
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There's no flaws to detect |
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So don't pause the deck |
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Local or international, took galactic respect |
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You could fall from the pressure |
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Or could you take the weight |
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(and rhythmic break) |
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And you say Queens city |
![Latitude [Remix / Feat. Five Deez]](/storage/27/269813.jpg "Latitude [Remix / Feat. Five Deez]")