Latitude

[Verse 1: Pase Rock]
What side you on? You want alive? It's right here
Don't look any further while your vision is clear
A lotta fog in the mist trying 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 "yessir"
We fresher than all of these miggy-figgy-niggies on the mic
And scratch
You know the wicky-wicky-words to match
You still playin' catch up but fall far behind the line
Trying to cut but you wastin' your 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
And you say queen city
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[Pre-Hook: Pase Rock]
Throw your hands up in the sky
Wave 'em round from side to side
We about to get fly

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[Verse 2: Kyle David]
Bombaclat motives of 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?
Crunk brothas bounce to my jams like rubber
We doin' it for lovers while you suckled with the haters
On the crossfader
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And you say Queen City

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Hey ladies
Come on
As we go a little something like this
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Hit it

[Verse 3: Fat Jon]
Hey
You can call me on your 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 mixtaping 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

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