What side you on, you want alive? It's right here |
wʌt saɪd ju ɑn, ju wɑnt əˈlaɪv? ɪts raɪt hir |
Don't look any further while your vision is clear |
doʊnt lʊk ˈɛni ˈfɜrðər waɪl jʊər ˈvɪʒən ɪz klɪr |
A lotta fog in the mist trying to throw you a curve |
ə ˈlɑtə fɑg ɪn ðə mɪst ˈtraɪɪŋ tu θroʊ ju ə kɜrv |
All these rappin' thugs getting on my last damn nerve |
ɔl ðiz ˈræpɪn θʌgz ˈgɛtɪŋ ɑn maɪ læst dæm nɜrv |
You eat the same piece of cake day in and day out |
ju it ðə seɪm pis ʌv keɪk deɪ ɪn ænd deɪ aʊt |
That tired ass flavor gets played out (no doubt) |
ðæt ˈtaɪərd æs ˈfleɪvər gɛts pleɪd aʊt (noʊ daʊt) |
You say that tag along warning to a rhyme for the rest |
ju seɪ ðæt tæg əˈlɔŋ ˈwɔrnɪŋ tu ə raɪm fɔr ðə rɛst |
When we rock all the people say "yessuh" |
wɛn wi rɑk ɔl ðə ˈpipəl seɪ "yessuh" |
We fresher than alla these miggy-figgy-niggies on the mic |
wi ˈfrɛʃər ðæn ˈɑlə ðiz miggy-figgy-niggies ɑn ðə mɪk |
The scratch, you know the wicky-wicky words to match |
ðə skræʧ, ju noʊ ðə wicky-wicky wɜrdz tu mæʧ |
You still playing catch-up, fall far behind the line |
ju stɪl ˈpleɪɪŋ kæʧ-ʌp, fɔl fɑr bɪˈhaɪnd ðə laɪn |
Trying to cut, but you wasting your time please, come on dude |
ˈtraɪɪŋ tu kʌt, bʌt ju ˈweɪstɪŋ jʊər taɪm pliz, kʌm ɑn dud |
We the Five Deez, superior rhyme steez, don't have our own style |
wi ðə faɪv Deez, suˈpɪriər raɪm steez, doʊnt hæv ˈaʊər oʊn staɪl |
We got styles plural, you still caught up in yesterday |
wi gɑt staɪlz ˈplʊrəl, ju stɪl kɑt ʌp ɪn ˈjɛstərˌdeɪ |
Steppin and fetching, getting swept away |
Steppin ænd ˈfɛʧɪŋ, ˈgɛtɪŋ swɛpt əˈweɪ |
Futuristic black holding mics like soldiers hold weapons |
ˌfjuʧəˈrɪstɪk blæk ˈhoʊldɪŋ mɪks laɪk ˈsoʊlʤərz hoʊld ˈwɛpənz |
On the attack I'm reppin', Cincinnati's finest, no question (give me five) |
ɑn ði əˈtæk aɪm ˈrɛpɪn, ˌsɪnsɪˈnætiz ˈfaɪnəst, noʊ ˈkwɛsʧən (gɪv mi faɪv) |
Now you say Queens City |
naʊ ju seɪ kwinz ˈsɪti |
Throw your hands up in the sky |
θroʊ jʊər hændz ʌp ɪn ðə skaɪ |
Wave around from side to side |
weɪv əˈraʊnd frʌm saɪd tu saɪd |
We about to get fly |
wi əˈbaʊt tu gɛt flaɪ |
Roll my Glock over on a sucker who's locomotive |
roʊl maɪ glɑk ˈoʊvər ɑn ə ˈsʌkər huz ˌloʊkəˈmoʊtɪv |
I'm moving in like the ocean, devotion within my rhymes |
aɪm ˈmuvɪŋ ɪn laɪk ði ˈoʊʃən, dɪˈvoʊʃən wɪˈðɪn maɪ raɪmz |
Same year, last time committed crimes like a felon |
seɪm jɪr, læst taɪm kəˈmɪtəd kraɪmz laɪk ə ˈfɛlən |
Three fifty-seven lyrics can bust you up like melons |
θri ˈfɪfti-ˈsɛvən ˈlɪrɪks kæn bʌst ju ʌp laɪk ˈmɛlənz |
They ending when I'm dealing at five hundred decibels |
ðeɪ ˈɛndɪŋ wɛn aɪm ˈdilɪŋ æt faɪv ˈhʌndrəd ˈdɛsəbəlz |
I'm yelling "Five Deez" tellin cities and countries before me (say what?) |
aɪm ˈjɛlɪŋ "faɪv Deez" tellin ˈsɪtiz ænd ˈkʌntriz bɪˈfɔr mi (seɪ wʌt?) |
I'm lucky, these other cats bore me, cold and plastic |
aɪm ˈlʌki, ðiz ˈʌðər kæts bɔr mi, koʊld ænd ˈplæstɪk |
I turn the crowd into elastic, I'm stretching them to the left |
aɪ tɜrn ðə kraʊd ˈɪntu ɪˈlæstɪk, aɪm ˈstrɛʧɪŋ ðɛm tu ðə lɛft |
And get pulled to the right |
ænd gɛt pʊld tu ðə raɪt |
Like a periscope, seeing over normal eyesight |
laɪk ə ˈpɛrəˌskoʊp, ˈsiɪŋ ˈoʊvər ˈnɔrməl ˈaɪˌsaɪt |
I rock all night, so you can roll through the day |
aɪ rɑk ɔl naɪt, soʊ ju kæn roʊl θru ðə deɪ |
Feelin the rhythm to hear my rhymes in delay |
Feelin ðə ˈrɪðəm tu hir maɪ raɪmz ɪn dɪˈleɪ |
I give em what is needed while you just form what they want |
aɪ gɪv ɛm wʌt ɪz ˈnidəd waɪl ju ʤʌst fɔrm wʌt ðeɪ wɑnt |
Who gonna get jumped, chump? Crunk brothas |
hu ˈgɑnə gɛt ʤʌmpt, ʧʌmp? krʌŋk brothas |
Bounce to my jams like blubber, we doing it for lovers |
baʊns tu maɪ ʤæmz laɪk ˈblʌbər, wi ˈduɪŋ ɪt fɔr ˈlʌvərz |
While you suckled with the haters, on the crossfader |
waɪl ju ˈsʌkəld wɪð ðə ˈheɪtərz, ɑn ðə crossfader |
And you say Queens city |
ænd ju seɪ kwinz ˈsɪti |
Hey, you can call me on your mobile phone |
heɪ, ju kæn kɔl mi ɑn jʊər ˈmoʊbəl foʊn |
Or grab a pen and a sheet of paper and write a letter at your home |
ɔr græb ə pɛn ænd ə ʃit ʌv ˈpeɪpər ænd raɪt ə ˈlɛtər æt jʊər hoʊm |
You can download my music off an internet site |
ju kæn ˈdaʊnˌloʊd maɪ ˈmjuzɪk ɔf ən ˈɪntərˌnɛt saɪt |
Or you could be mixtapin' it, we'll still be creatin' it |
ɔr ju kʊd bi mixtapin' ɪt, wil stɪl bi kriˈeɪtɪn ɪt |
You could have a compact disc, with vinyl gratin' it |
ju kʊd hæv ə ˈkɑmpækt dɪsk, wɪð ˈvaɪnəl ˈgreɪtɪn ɪt |
Vibrations, be still, and keep the vibe waitin' |
vaɪˈbreɪʃənz, bi stɪl, ænd kip ðə vaɪb ˈweɪtɪn |
A watcher or a reader, a loner or a leader |
ə ˈwɑʧər ɔr ə ˈridər, ə ˈloʊnər ɔr ə ˈlidər |
You could be the one that make the party cold or make it heat up |
ju kʊd bi ðə wʌn ðæt meɪk ðə ˈpɑrti koʊld ɔr meɪk ɪt hit ʌp |
Make the beats heat up |
meɪk ðə bits hit ʌp |
Bust slow to my motion, from the highest mountain to the bottom of the ocean |
bʌst sloʊ tu maɪ ˈmoʊʃən, frʌm ðə ˈhaɪəst ˈmaʊntən tu ðə ˈbɑtəm ʌv ði ˈoʊʃən |
You want it? Final attack, get attacked on DAT |
ju wɑnt ɪt? ˈfaɪnəl əˈtæk, gɛt əˈtækt ɑn dæt |
Cause and effect, it's because we wreck |
kɑz ænd ɪˈfɛkt, ɪts bɪˈkɔz wi rɛk |
There's no flaws to detect |
ðɛrz noʊ flɔz tu dɪˈtɛkt |
So don't pause the deck |
soʊ doʊnt pɔz ðə dɛk |
Local or international, took galactic respect |
ˈloʊkəl ɔr ˌɪntərˈnæʃənəl, tʊk gəˈlæktɪk rɪˈspɛkt |
You could fall from the pressure |
ju kʊd fɔl frʌm ðə ˈprɛʃər |
Or could you take the weight |
ɔr kʊd ju teɪk ðə weɪt |
And rhythmic break |
ænd ˈrɪðmɪk breɪk |
And you say Queens city |
ænd ju seɪ kwinz ˈsɪti |
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