| Let’s get a bit acquainted, | |
| Hey, it’s t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow/ | |
| Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow/ | |
| Gracious, | |
| No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne/ | |
| Break this whole mother****in’ game down, and reclaim crowns/ | |
| Cause I’m sick of layin’ down – watching these companies reign now/ | |
| When it’s obvious something is playin’ out, on the stage while you’re unconscious they shoving to gain ground/ | |
| And sedate crowds with the same sound they’ve been layin up into your brain loud/ | |
| Enough to take any rational thought – and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop/ | |
| Isn’t it insane how – niggas be keeping their face frowned/ perpetrating their need to erase clowns… they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns/ | |
| All the sudden, they flee to escape town, they’re ashamed cause they got busted/ | |
| Just because of that, and not really because they regret what they’ve done, is disgusting/ | |
| This discussion’s meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace/ | |
| Settling isn’t an option no more/ | |
| We gon’ box in this war… you’ll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door/ | |
| Now that you been initiated up into this movement, | |
| Get at your favorite idiot who’s spits/ | |
| Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, | |
| Kick in his grill until he is toothless/ | |
| Give him a min to get up and cue this, | |
| Single out eve-ry limb that’s wounded/ | |
| Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit/ | |
| Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution/ | |
| Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools who’ll let you crew win/ | |
| Check the movements, fluent as | |
| I ever was, | |
| I said it! | |
| Because-You would never think that a nigga that never drink would ever step it up to get a better buzz/ | |
| On the regular – the odds you’ve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than | |
| Oedipus hating his mother | |
| Or Disney hiring sexual predators/ | |
| Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, | |
| A nurse who doesn’t do enemas/ | |
| Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does/ | |
| Sure… I make it look effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly/ | |
| Penned… More wreckless then | |
| Session ingesting hennesey, blends/ | |
| More treacherous than even being the | |
| Kennedy – | |
| Men/And for any requesting the identity of the technically | |
| Best MC? Guess, but… | |
| Yep – it’s | |
| Me.Step to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks/ | |
| Unphased of what you say, cause | |
| I dead lines, all without a due date/ | |
| I’m the new age. | |
| New school. | |
| New page. | |
| New rules. | |
| Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools/ | |
| QN5, represent the true scene, so we’re guaranteed one of two things/ | |
| Either we’re showered with praise or we’re simply hated by every review team/ | |
| What I’ve stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless/ | |
| And to revolutionize everything you think hip-hop is. | |
| Chorus:Buckle | |
| Up! Brace | |
| Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L’s/ | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! (Your) | |
| Numbers Up! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We’re gonna tussle! | |
| We’re gonna | |
| Fight!Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it’s your life… | |
| Then – Case | |
| Closed![Repeat – X2] | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Brace Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L’s/ | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! | |
| Don’t **** with us! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We’re gonna tussle! | |
| We gonna Fight! | |
| Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it’s your life… | |
| Then – Case | |
| Closed.[SUNG] | |
| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops/ | |
| And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop/ | |
| Cause this is the case, in this day and age/ | |
| We gotta kick in your face if you’re just in for fame |
| Let' s get a bit acquainted, | |
| Hey, it' s tonededoubletheeff, with the famous flow | |
| Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow | |
| Gracious, | |
| No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne | |
| Break this whole mother in' game down, and reclaim crowns | |
| Cause I' m sick of layin' down watching these companies reign now | |
| When it' s obvious something is playin' out, on the stage while you' re unconscious they shoving to gain ground | |
| And sedate crowds with the same sound they' ve been layin up into your brain loud | |
| Enough to take any rational thought and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop | |
| Isn' t it insane how niggas be keeping their face frowned perpetrating their need to erase clowns they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns | |
| All the sudden, they flee to escape town, they' re ashamed cause they got busted | |
| Just because of that, and not really because they regret what they' ve done, is disgusting | |
| This discussion' s meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace | |
| Settling isn' t an option no more | |
| We gon' box in this war you' ll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door | |
| Now that you been initiated up into this movement, | |
| Get at your favorite idiot who' s spits | |
| Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, | |
| Kick in his grill until he is toothless | |
| Give him a min to get up and cue this, | |
| Single out every limb that' s wounded | |
| Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit | |
| Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution | |
| Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools who' ll let you crew win | |
| Check the movements, fluent as | |
| I ever was, | |
| I said it! | |
| BecauseYou would never think that a nigga that never drink would ever step it up to get a better buzz | |
| On the regular the odds you' ve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than | |
| Oedipus hating his mother | |
| Or Disney hiring sexual predators | |
| Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, | |
| A nurse who doesn' t do enemas | |
| Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does | |
| Sure I make it look effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly | |
| Penned More wreckless then | |
| Session ingesting hennesey, blends | |
| More treacherous than even being the | |
| Kennedy | |
| Men And for any requesting the identity of the technically | |
| Best MC? Guess, but | |
| Yep it' s | |
| Me. Step to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks | |
| Unphased of what you say, cause | |
| I dead lines, all without a due date | |
| I' m the new age. | |
| New school. | |
| New page. | |
| New rules. | |
| Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools | |
| QN5, represent the true scene, so we' re guaranteed one of two things | |
| Either we' re showered with praise or we' re simply hated by every review team | |
| What I' ve stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless | |
| And to revolutionize everything you think hiphop is. | |
| Chorus: Buckle | |
| Up! Brace | |
| Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L' s | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! Your | |
| Numbers Up! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We' re gonna tussle! | |
| We' re gonna | |
| Fight! Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it' s your life | |
| Then Case | |
| Closed! Repeat X2 | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Brace Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L' s | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! | |
| Don' t with us! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We' re gonna tussle! | |
| We gonna Fight! | |
| Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it' s your life | |
| Then Case | |
| Closed. SUNG | |
| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops | |
| And if not, you might as well give up on hiphop | |
| Cause this is the case, in this day and age | |
| We gotta kick in your face if you' re just in for fame |
| Let' s get a bit acquainted, | |
| Hey, it' s tonededoubletheeff, with the famous flow | |
| Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow | |
| Gracious, | |
| No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne | |
| Break this whole mother in' game down, and reclaim crowns | |
| Cause I' m sick of layin' down watching these companies reign now | |
| When it' s obvious something is playin' out, on the stage while you' re unconscious they shoving to gain ground | |
| And sedate crowds with the same sound they' ve been layin up into your brain loud | |
| Enough to take any rational thought and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop | |
| Isn' t it insane how niggas be keeping their face frowned perpetrating their need to erase clowns they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns | |
| All the sudden, they flee to escape town, they' re ashamed cause they got busted | |
| Just because of that, and not really because they regret what they' ve done, is disgusting | |
| This discussion' s meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace | |
| Settling isn' t an option no more | |
| We gon' box in this war you' ll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door | |
| Now that you been initiated up into this movement, | |
| Get at your favorite idiot who' s spits | |
| Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, | |
| Kick in his grill until he is toothless | |
| Give him a min to get up and cue this, | |
| Single out every limb that' s wounded | |
| Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit | |
| Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution | |
| Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools who' ll let you crew win | |
| Check the movements, fluent as | |
| I ever was, | |
| I said it! | |
| BecauseYou would never think that a nigga that never drink would ever step it up to get a better buzz | |
| On the regular the odds you' ve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than | |
| Oedipus hating his mother | |
| Or Disney hiring sexual predators | |
| Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, | |
| A nurse who doesn' t do enemas | |
| Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does | |
| Sure I make it look effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly | |
| Penned More wreckless then | |
| Session ingesting hennesey, blends | |
| More treacherous than even being the | |
| Kennedy | |
| Men And for any requesting the identity of the technically | |
| Best MC? Guess, but | |
| Yep it' s | |
| Me. Step to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks | |
| Unphased of what you say, cause | |
| I dead lines, all without a due date | |
| I' m the new age. | |
| New school. | |
| New page. | |
| New rules. | |
| Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools | |
| QN5, represent the true scene, so we' re guaranteed one of two things | |
| Either we' re showered with praise or we' re simply hated by every review team | |
| What I' ve stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless | |
| And to revolutionize everything you think hiphop is. | |
| Chorus: Buckle | |
| Up! Brace | |
| Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L' s | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! Your | |
| Numbers Up! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We' re gonna tussle! | |
| We' re gonna | |
| Fight! Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it' s your life | |
| Then Case | |
| Closed! Repeat X2 | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Brace Yourself! | |
| Knuckle Up! | |
| Take No L' s | |
| Dust to Dust! | |
| Say Farewell! | |
| Don' t with us! | |
| Save Yourself! | |
| Buckle Up! | |
| Tight! We' re gonna tussle! | |
| We gonna Fight! | |
| Until you never touch another mic! | |
| Or it' s your life | |
| Then Case | |
| Closed. SUNG | |
| This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops | |
| And if not, you might as well give up on hiphop | |
| Cause this is the case, in this day and age | |
| We gotta kick in your face if you' re just in for fame |
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