Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Latitude -Remix, artist - Nujabes. Date of issue: 12.12.2017
Song language: English
Latitude -Remix |
| 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 |
| Side to side |
| 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 |