Latitude - Nujabes, Five Deez

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 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

(Side to side)

Throw your hands up in the sky

Wave 'em round from side to side

We about to get fly

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Roll my Glock over on 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

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

Side to side

And you say Queen City

Side to side

Hey ladies

Come on

As we go a little something like this

Side to side

Hit it

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

Side to side