Let's get a bit acquainted, Hey, it's t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow/
Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow/
Gracious, No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne/
Break this whole motherf**in' game down, and reclaim crowns/
Cause I'm sick of layin' down – watching these companies reign now/
When it's obvious something is playin' out, on the stage while you're unconscious they shoving to gain ground/
And sedate crowds with the same sound they've been layin up into your brain loud/
Enough to take any rational thought – and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop/
Isn't it insane how – n***as be keeping their face frowned/ perpetrating their need to erase clowns… they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns/
All the sudden, they flee to escape town, they're ashamed cause they got busted/
Just because of that, and not really because they regret what they've done, is disgusting/
This discussion's meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace/
Settling isn't an option no more/
We gon' box in this war… you'll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door/
Now that you been initiated up into this movement, Get at your favorite idiot who's spits/
Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, Kick in his grill until he is toothless/
Give him a min to get up and cue this, Single out eve-ry limb that's wounded/
Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his b**h, and then beg he do sh**/
Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution/
Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools who'll let you crew win/
Check the movements, fluent as I ever was, I said it! Because-
You would never think that a n***a that never drink would ever step it up to get a better buzz/
On the regular – the odds you've leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than Oedipus hating his mother
Or Disney hiring s**ual predators/
Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, A nurse who doesn't do enemas/
Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does/
Sure… I make it look effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly/
Penned… More wreckless then Session ingesting hennesey, blends/
More treacherous than even being the Kennedy – Men/
And for any requesting the identity of the technically Best MC? Guess, but… Yep – it's Me.
Step to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks/
Unphased of what you say, cause I dead lines, all without a due date/
I'm the new age. New school. New page. New rules.
Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools/
QN5, represent the true scene, so we're guaranteed one of two things/
Either we're showered with praise or we're simply hated by every review team/
What I've stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless/
And to revolutionize everything you think hip-hop is.
Chorus:
Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Knuckle Up! Take No L's/
Dust to Dust! Say Farewell! (Your) Numbers Up! Save Yourself!
Buckle Up! Tight! We're gonna tussle! We're gonna Fight!
Until you never touch another mic! Or it's your life… Then – Case Closed!
[Repeat – X2]
Buckle Up! Brace Yourself! Knuckle Up! Take No L's/
Dust to Dust! Say Farewell! Don't f** with us! Save Yourself!
Buckle Up! Tight! We're gonna tussle! We gonna Fight!
Until you never touch another mic! Or it's your life… Then – Case Closed.
[SUNG]
This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops/
And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop/
Cause this is the case, in this day and age/
We gotta kick in your face if you're just in for fame