Verse:1 V1A – Mr. SOS More underrated than Siskel/ Comes a squad that’s a label that’s fit too/ Leave ‘em Marked like J-Lo with issues/ And you don’t want us to break out no pistols Cause if we do we’re hittin all y’all women and kids too/ Then you for not raisin’ ‘em, Send you where Al-Qaeda went/ Cause you ain’t no soldier – You’re getting raped by ‘em/ I’m sick of the nonsense cause this is Asterisk:Two, (Four!) See I’m just making sure they actually knew.
V1B – PackFM Now that I got your attention, we’re the ones that ya eye’s on/ We made it to the top, It seems like the prize gone/ Y’all squeeze the life out of rap like a python/ But fuck it, love is love and bygones is bygones/ We here now, this is our year now/ Yeah, we said it last year but we in full gear now/ This ain’t underground, it’s just beneath the surface/ Spit rhymes that ya momma like and ride the beats perfect/ And y’all nervous cause this the beginning and You soundin’ sweet like a synonym for cinnamon/ Niggas pull ya card, you said you did it for the Benjamins Claimin that you out for cake, you really wanna Enter men/ But in the end…this house we built from the ground up/ And this here’s a “Fuck You!” to anyone who doubt us/ We spit til the plaques on the wall that we got rust/ And split wit ya props and ya girlfriend knocked up. (Slut).
Sratches This here is hip hop in fifth gear It ain’t 94, joe, we can’t go back This here is hip hop in fifth gear If I put it into the 6th, the song will disappear
Verse:2 V2A – Session Yo it’s Session! You already know what I’m ‘bout to do/ Spit ‘n show you how to do rockin powder-blue/ Y’all thinking Tone is rich, he’s recording the hottest dude/ Spittin, while you been rhyming for years and do not improve/ Secret weapon’s what he got right here/ The seventh bullet in the chamber you forgot was there – BANG! Hit you in the forehead between ya ears/ QN5, New Hip Hop, the team is here.
V2B – Elite I gets down, Dramatic sounds is the hardest Our producers is betta than ya artists these labels givin deals, n they take em back quick as yall makin tracks since you saw fade to black, damn gotta get that one single just find it not one single hot song on ya whole album besides it the market im crossin like crawford as often as organs obsorbin the carbon from smokin a carton of Parliaments!
Bridge You claim that the music’s dead and turn off your radio/ You pine for the golden age and long for the days of old/ No matter how hard you try, you can’t resurrect the past/ Cause this is The New Hip Hop, the future is in your hands. (Whoa) Don’t let em tell you that there’s nothing new under the sun/ (Hey! We gonna work it out) Cause you can always improve on what’s already been done/ (Keep pushin on and on) Keep pushin the walls til they start crumblin down (Hey we gonna work it out) Cause nobody believes you’re the king till you’re wearing the crown/ (Put your ride on fifth, and let’s roll).
Verse:3 V3A – Substantial See, I’ve tried to hear y’all out, but I’m honestly kinda bored/ I stopped making “94” Hip Hop… in ‘94/ Born and raised in the age when biting wasn’t allowed/ And you were slayed on the stage for reciting somebody’s style/ Force-feed you the future with no room for refusal/ (Still true to the art). Got Kool Herc’s approval/ My forthcoming album will kick it to fifth gear/ Still five steps ahead, the moment you get here. Shit yeah.
V3B – Tonedeff The armada’s comin with battleships/ Beating our foes, embarassing plenty average combatants/ And seeing the bones get scattered like twenty mannequin-accidents/ Leaving ya lone and barren like Jenny Aniston’s abdomen/ Keeping these motions active, We’re deep in the throws of passion/ These talentless hacks are lacking, with beats, performing and rapping/ We seek to destroy every weak little toy who gets geeked when their boy Peaks at the point of making some regional noise – Yeesh! You’re annoying. And we’ve been warning y’all niggas for years/ Don’t act like these words are foreign to your ears… the reforming is here/ And though the shade of revolution is red/ We take it a step newer, instead, the freshest blood’s baby blue till it’s bled/ And you’re regressionist movement is dead/ And you clueless dudes who refuse to play new shit instead just put two in it’s head/ And you’re clueless, and yet, you’re glued to a set of senseless rules/ That were set by a proven group of vets who eventually grew up and stepped/ Cause ain’t no time to reminisce over you/ My patience has been tried by 12 years of predictable news/ If you sift through the clues you’ll be quick to deduce/ That when it’s time to come clean and be paid in full the Q-N-Nickel is due/ So, let’s spark this offense off with a proper start/ And spit tighter than Dolly Parton’s bra gets when menopause hits/ Aww shit! Y’all should watch listen and follow along/ If you lost consciousness, check the stick – bet it’s on fifth. (Come on).
Hook Don’t let em tell you that there’s nothing new under the sun/ (Hey! We gonna work it out) Cause you can always improve on what’s already been done/ (Keep pushin on and on) Keep pushin the walls til they start crumblin down (Hey we gonna work it out) Cause nobody believes you’re the king till you’re wearing the crown/ (Put your ride on fifth, and let’s roll).
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