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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 "YES SIR"
We fresher than all of these
Miggy figgy niggys on the mike
And scratch, you know
The wiki-wiki 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 and reppin'
Cincinnatti's finest, no question (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
[Scratching]
(Side to side)[repeated]

We the glock-holders of a sucka who's locomotive
I'm movin' it like the ocean
Devotion within my rhyme
Sayin' gift that's time
Committin' 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)
Seein' 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 jump jump? (Who?)
Crunk clubbers
Bounce to my jam like rubber (yeah)
We doin' it for lovers
While you second with the haters
On the cross fader
(Side to Side)
And you say Queen City (city, city, city)

(Side to side)[repeated]
[Scratching/samples]

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
And 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)
(Press slow to know motion)
From the highest mountain
To the bottom of the ocean
(You want it?) Bottled or tap
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
Or could you take the weight?
(And a rhythmic break)
And you say Queen City (city, city, city)

(Side to side)[repeated]
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 "YES SIR"   We fresher than all of these   Miggy figgy niggys on the mike   And scratch, you know   The wiki-wiki 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 and reppin'   Cincinnatti's finest, no question (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   [Scratching]   (Side to side)[repeated]      We the glock-holders of a sucka who's locomotive   I'm movin' it like the ocean   Devotion within my rhyme   Sayin' gift that's time   Committin' 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)   Seein' 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 jump jump? (Who?)   Crunk clubbers   Bounce to my jam like rubber (yeah)   We doin' it for lovers   While you second with the haters   On the cross fader   (Side to Side)   And you say Queen City (city, city, city)      (Side to side)[repeated]   [Scratching/samples]      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   And 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)   (Press slow to know motion)   From the highest mountain   To the bottom of the ocean   (You want it?) Bottled or tap   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   Or could you take the weight?   (And a rhythmic break)   And you say Queen City (city, city, city)      (Side to side)[repeated]
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