QN5 All-Stars - Fifth Gear lyrics

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

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 fuck 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 niggas 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 "Fuck 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 (Slut)

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

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

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!

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)

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)

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 shit yeah

The armada’s comin' with battleships
Beating our foes
Embarrassing 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 passion
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 niggas 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
Shit 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 hit's
Aww shit! Y’all should watch
Listen and follow along
If you lost consciousness
Check the stick – bet it’s on fifth
(Come on)

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

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)