Tonedeff - Case Closed lyrics

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