Juice Magazin - Latitude lyrics

[Verse 1: Pase Rock] 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-a** 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 mickey figgy(?) n***as 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 [Pre-Hook: Pase Rock] Throw your hands up in the sky Wave 'em round from side to side We about to get fly [Hook: Cuts] Side to side [Verse 2: Kyle David] Roll my Glock over on a s**a 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 s**led with the haters On the crossfader Side to side And you say Queen City [Hook: Cuts] Side to side [Bridge: Cuts] Hey ladies Come on As we go a little something like this Side to side Hit it [Verse 3: Fat Jon] 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 [Hook: Cuts] Side to side