Session - Slogans lyrics

[Verse One: Tonedeff] Now what you know about that crazy new Baby-blue, label who's taking you Five steps ahead of the game, without a change of shoes Makin moves against the basic music that you're acquainted to While changing the rules, hanging them fools, saving the boom-bap Bang until the name'll get a boost, like [UH!] QN5 Baby! Check the Asterisk The last to get mentioned, but always the first with the cla**ic sh** Eclectic & multifaceted These acts is pa**ionate With a ma**ive buzz on a tenth of the budget half of these ba*tards get These hazardous cats got you pumpin your fist Because the performance is nothing to miss, when we in the building We have been building, since Rawkus dropped then suddenly switched Since Def Jam was just Russel & Rick We've been the illest [Deacon The Villain] Deacon The Villain got God given battle gear That's probably cause my King James ain't a Cavalier I saddle fear, rodeo it, smash the eight second count When we cipher watch e'rybody in the session bounce (QN5) With beast masters Disasters just pile on you like Pharaoh in Exodus pa**ages Inject plagues in it, let d**h dim it Then scoop cla**ic groupies [?] [Elite] [?] Philly the fly fella with the sky colored shirt QN5 known to give your b**h an eye full of squirt Fire for the work, hardly known but far from aimless I don't do sh** for the love cause at heart I'm famous Ask Tone, at 17 you could tell I'll make it Still ain't old enough to buy a drink to celebrate with Sorry to brag but sh** I just want some groupies Skip the name miss, straight to bed, f** "excuse me" [Mecca] Mr. Mec' to you M. City, quickly disrespect your crew Get busy, twist your neck in two, all that rep the blue We all exceptional, except for you Q's on fraud alert, we see the b**h in you We exposing you hoes from broad to skirt You want your jaw to hurt? Test me while I'm bored at work I'll get a break from making hits Burn your squad to bacon bits You're mistake, fakin, mistaking for some lazy cliques Some loose knit, bunch of b**h cats ain't who you playing with It's still ridiculous (Dealing with the Q and nickle b**h) Two thousand triple hits (Iron curtain, sickle, hammer sh**) Hotter than pistol whips, you sensitive as a nipple tip Your boys in blue set your crew Frame the birth certificate Tight like La Costa Nostra Mixed in with the soldiers All on one sofa like "move over!" Prepare to lose close up trying to tear the jam up While we signing autographs you still trying to get some hands up [Hook] We rep the baby blue, so you know how we do Q-N-5 is how we do it And we ain't never leaving, we trying to break even Q-N-5, you know we got it baby You know who the hell it is, with no rich relatives Q-N-5, you know we on it, ha There ain't no one above us And white women love us You know we keep it moving [Verse Two: PackFM] Now you can call yourself a label, press up some CDs Because you rock the same jersey, you ain't in the same league Now get it straight while I demonstrate, how little time it'll take My squad to get up in your face and leave you with a bitter taste I won't stop till I'm middle aged Looking like I'm 21 Walking around with a cane, saying "I'll battle anyone!" Blow up independently, the label of the century Save on money with the cases from the demo's that you sent to me [Kno] I hate wack producers trying to slander my team With them f*ggity loops, word to Elton John's ear rings Since you b**h, you might as well switch Pencil them breasts on your mental and next Just admit you a fake, the baby blue ain't hating you You ain't running no keys I don't see Morpheus chasing you So I ain't trying to hear it You got a shorter projected shelf life than Kobe Bryant's marriage [Session] Session Make sure the name is printed Food for thought, flame is cooking A shame it's tooken This long but now frames get shooken, lames get tooken And y'all take an L like a subway train in Brooklyn Not a dame is looking, they sweat us at the shows Shut up cause we know you trying to get us 'fore we blow We by the bank paid and your babes and they all pretty Gotta say the same for The Plague and Varsity Domingo on the track, spin those under wax Put the single on the map, turn the singles into stacks What we bring you is a wrap I'm a nine and a half but yo I need a size twenty shoe box to stash my doe Pardon me a second You a hard MC? I'm steppin' [?] till apologies accepted To lock us down we gotta be arrested Who can stop us now? I'm proud of who I'm repping [Hook]