Mr. S.O.S. - Fifth Gear lyrics

[Verse 1A: Mr. SOS] More underrated than Siskel Comes a squad that's a label that's fit too Leave ‘em Marked like J-Lo with issues And you don't want us to break out no pistols Cause if we do we're hittin' all y'all women and kids too Then you for not raisin' ‘em, Send you where Al-Qaeda went Cause you ain't no soldier – You're getting raped by ‘em I'm sick of the nonsense cause this is Asterisk:Two, (Four!) See I'm just making sure they actually knew [Verse 1B: PackFM] Now that I got your attention, we're the ones that ya eye's on We made it to the top, It seems like the prize gone Y'all squeeze the life out of rap like a python But f** it, love is love and bygones is bygones We here now, this is our year now Yeah, we said it last year but we in full gear now This ain't underground, it's just beneath the surface Spit rhymes that ya momma like and ride the beats perfect And y'all nervous cause this the beginning and You soundin' sweet like a synonym for cinnamon n***as pull ya card, you said you did it for the Benjamins Claimin' that you out for cake, you really wanna enta' men But in the end…this house we built from the ground up And this here's a “f** You!” to anyone who doubt us We spit til the plaques on the wall that we got rust And split wit ya props and ya girlfriend knocked up (s*ut) [Scratches] This here is hip hop in fifth gear It ain't 94, joe, we can't go back This here is hip hop in fifth gear If I put it into the 6th, the song will disappear [Verse 2A: Session] Yo it's Session! You already know what I'm ‘bout to do Spit ‘n show you how to do rockin' powder-blue Y'all thinking Tone is rich, he's recording the hottest dude Spittin', while you been rhyming for years and do not improve Secret weapon's what he got right here The seventh bullet in the chamber you forgot was there – BANG! Hit you in the forehead between ya ears QN5, New Hip Hop, the team is here [Verse 2B: Elite] I gets down, Dramatic sounds is the hardest Our producers is betta than ya artists These labels givin' deals, n they take em back Quick as yall makin' tracks since you saw fade to black, damn Gotta get that one single just find it Not one single hot song on ya whole album besides it The market I'm crossin' like crawford As often as organs obsorbin' the carbon From smokin' a carton of Parliaments! [Bridge: Camelia Rose Qabazard] You claim that the music's dead and turn off your radio You pine for the golden age and long for the days of old No matter how hard you try, you can't resurrect the past Cause this is The New Hip Hop, the future is in your hands. (Whoa) [Hook] Don't let em tell you that there's nothing new under the sun (Hey! We gonna work it out) Cause you can always improve on what's already been done (Keep pushin on and on) Keep pushin' the walls til they start crumblin' down (Hey we gonna work it out) Cause nobody believes you're the king till you're wearing the crown (Put your ride on fifth, and let's roll) [Verse 3A: Substantial] See, I've tried to hear y'all out, but I'm honestly kinda bored I stopped making “94” Hip Hop… in ‘94 Born and raised in the age when biting wasn't allowed And you were slayed on the stage for reciting somebody's style Force-feed you the future with no room for refusal (Still true to the art). Got Kool Herc's approval My forthcoming album will kick it to fifth gear Still five steps ahead, the moment you get here sh** yeah [Verse 3B: Tonedeff] The armada's comin' with battleships Beating our foes, embarra**ing plenty average combatants And seeing the bones get scattered like twenty mannequin-accidents Leaving ya lone and barren like Jenny Aniston's abdomen Keeping these motions active, We're deep in the throws of pa**ion These talentless hacks are lacking, with beats, performing and rapping We seek to destroy every weak little toy who gets geeked when their boy Peaks at the point of making some regional noise – Yeesh! You're annoying And we've been warning y'all n***as for years Don't act like these words are foreign to your ears… the reforming is here And though the shade of revolution is red We take it a step newer, instead, the freshest blood's baby blue till it's bled And you're regressionist movement is dead And you clueless dudes who refuse to play new sh** instead just put two in it's head And you're clueless, and yet, you're glued to a set of senseless rules That were set by a proven group of vets who eventually grew up and stepped Cause ain't no time to reminisce over you My patience has been tried by 12 years of predictable news If you sift through the clues you'll be quick to deduce That when it's time to come clean and be paid in full the Q-N-Nickel is due So, let's spark this offense off with a proper start And spit tighter than Dolly Parton's bra gets when menopause hits Aww sh**! Y'all should watch listen and follow along If you lost consciousness, check the stick – bet it's on fifth (Come on) [Scratches] This here is hip hop in fifth gear It ain't 94, joe, we can't go back This here is hip hop in fifth gear If I put it into the 6th, the song will disappear [Hook] Don't let em tell you that there's nothing new under the sun (Hey! We gonna work it out) Cause you can always improve on what's already been done (Keep pushin on and on) Keep pushin' the walls til they start crumblin' down (Hey we gonna work it out) Cause nobody believes you're the king till you're wearing the crown (Put your ride on fifth, and let's roll)