Testo Lattitude Instrumental - Five Deez
Testo della canzone Lattitude Instrumental (Five Deez), tratta dall'album Koolmotor Instrumentals
What side you on?
You want alive? it's right here
Don't Look any further
While ya 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 all of these
Miggy figgy niggys on the mike
And scratch, you know
The words to match
You still playin' catch up
Fall far behind the line
Try to cut but you wastin' ya 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'
Cincinnatti's finest, no question (give me five)
And you say queen city
(Side to side)
Throw ya hands up in the sky
Wave 'em round from side to side
We about to get fly (whoa)
(Side to side)Roll my Glock over on a sucka who's locomotive
I'm movin' it like the ocean
Devotion within my rhymes
Same year, last time
Committed crimes like a felon
357 lyrics to bust you up like melons
They ending when I'm dealin'
At five hundred decibels
I'm hailin' Five Deez
Tellin' cities and countries before me
(Say what?) I'm above these
These other cats bore me
Cold and plastic
I turn the crowd into elastic
Stretchin' 'em to the left
Then get pulled to the right
Like a periscope, Seeing over normal eye sight
I rock all night
So you can roll through the day (come on)
Feelin' the rhythm
To hear my rhymes in delay
I give 'em what is needed
While you just flaunt what they want
Who gonna get jumped, chump? (Who?)
Crunk brothas
Bounce to my jams like rubber (yeah)
We doin' it for lovers
While you suckled with the haters
On the crossfada
(Side to Side)
And you say Queen City (city, city, city)
(Side to side)Hey
You can call me on ya mobile phone
Or grab a pen, a sheet of paper
Write a letter at ya home
You can download my music
Off a internet site
Or you can be mix tapin' it
We'll still be creatin' it
You can have a compact disc
Or vinyl gratin' it
(Vibration) but we still
Won't keep the vibe waitin'
A watcher or a reader
A loner or a leader
You could be the one
To make the party cold
Or make it heat up
(Make the beat speed up)
Bust slow to my motion
From the highest mountain
To the bottom of the ocean
(You want it?) Final attack
Yeah, get attacked or adapt
Cause and effect
It's because we wreck
There's no flaws to detect
So don't pause the deck
Local or international
To galactic respect
You could fold from the pressure
But could you take the weight?
(And a rhythmic break)
And you say Queen City (city, city, city)
(Side to side)
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Marshall
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