V1 - TONEDEFF
Yo. Now is this the center of gravity? Or is it the cats that be/
Frantically pulling me down grabbing at my saddle to handle me/
Leaving em cattle branded with logos stamped on they a****/
When taxes are filed, I claim n***** as my property a**ets/
I've properly asked for things, acting mannered,
But cats haven't granted me access to the respect or props that I've practically gathered/
Over the passage of time, I've mastered the many facets of rhyme/
But ask Sam Jackson, the only life that's been shafted is mine/
I'm past trying to fit in with n***** half as aspiring/
Tired, but I won't ever give in... even after retirement/
Heat! You can either dry with or die with blistering flames/
So stay tuned because I'm about to stick fists in they face/
In a vicious display of wits, only tricks of the trade you know,
Are the Chickens you date, that get d***ens for pay/
You're a sickening case, think your slick in this game?
Then, your mic gets switched and replaced, as I toss the pin in your face as you grip the grenade/
So, you'd better deliver your kids to a place where there's kittens and games/
So they can abandon the quest for your missing remains/
I'm a tsunami, you're a typical wave, a hurricane to the drizzling rain/
If it's the clique that I claim, kid, it's The Plague/
And the Plague is the plizzle, listen to this official issue/
QN5 is the game, tonedeff is the ref with the whistle/
Simple? Never! b**** we're just so clever/
This goes out to Meddafore, who's sorta like the world because he'll spin forever/
Flow as sinful as a bimbo legs open, whole a** up in your hands so gentle/
Cameras click to capture this, so I can pit your past against you/
Any attempt on me, you'll thoroughly abort/
Cause you'll catch it before it happens, like Minority Report/
I'm sure to be recorded as one of the nastiest, most technical,
Flashiest, spectacle, cats seen yet to flow/
Tracks you pressed in bulk, Lack in respectable
Craft, Just let it go, Masters shoulda been left in your trash receptacle/
That's incredible! We let em know!
Yo. Now is this the center of gravity? Or is it the cats that be/
Frantically pulling me down grabbing at my saddle to handle me/
Leaving em cattle branded with logos stamped on they a****/
When taxes are filed, I claim n***** as my property a**ets/
I've properly asked for things, acting mannered,
But cats haven't granted me access to the respect or props that I've practically gathered/
Over the passage of time, I've mastered the many facets of rhyme/
But ask Sam Jackson, the only life that's been shafted is mine/
I'm past trying to fit in with n***** half as aspiring/
Tired, but I won't ever give in... even after retirement/
Heat! You can either dry with or die with blistering flames/
So stay tuned because I'm about to stick fists in they face/
In a vicious display of wits, only tricks of the trade you know,
Are the Chickens you date, that get d***ens for pay/
You're a sickening case, think your slick in this game?
Then, your mic gets switched and replaced, as I toss the pin in your face as you grip the grenade/
So, you'd better deliver your kids to a place where there's kittens and games/
So they can abandon the quest for your missing remains/
I'm a tsunami, you're a typical wave, a hurricane to the drizzling rain/
If it's the clique that I claim, kid, it's The Plague/
And the Plague is the plizzle, listen to this official issue/
QN5 is the game, tonedeff is the ref with the whistle/
Simple? Never! b**** we're just so clever/
This goes out to Meddafore, who's sorta like the world because he'll spin forever/
Flow as sinful as a bimbo legs open, whole a** up in your hands so gentle/
Cameras click to capture this, so I can pit your past against you/
Any attempt on me, you'll thoroughly abort/
Cause you'll catch it before it happens, like Minority Report/
I'm sure to be recorded as one of the nastiest, most technical,
Flashiest, spectacle, cats seen yet to flow/
Tracks you pressed in bulk, Lack in respectable
Craft, Just let it go, Masters shoulda been left in your trash receptacle/
That's incredible! We let em know!