[Intro]

Aha

No, no

That shit look like woah

Ooh, ohh, ooh

Alright let's get it

Yo

[Verse 1: Jean Ramos]

Queens now presentin'

Lyrical protestin'

Lean like I'm flexin'

Deep like confessions

Hard hats kicks proteins in my intestines

Steez manifested

Room too congested, I'm blazin'

But no, that's only on occasions

Cyph like it's sacred

MJ how I'm fadin'

Killed the game with the same flow it created

Mans been waitin', I'm half man, half amazin'

The realest song when the beat is too valid

And I try to keep it raw and not type with italics

Take the stories out my life in case you wonder like Alice

Little luck is only added when there's faith in yo' talent

This the equivalents

Nas and Slick without the glissenin'

Military discipline, shape up like a Dominican

The littlest simpleton dissonant is a singleton

Is you listening or should I use simpler synonyms?

Legal immigrants, doin' they best to act like citizens

In a sense, losin' they dollars to prove they innocence

In a similar incident, 'cause sinners tend to slither in

All of your inner incidents and your past, that's in a tense

I spent half of my days, puttin' pens in the grave

Mics that I crave, and the pages I graze

And the pencils give me top until the bottom's erased

And my fingers lookin' like they mate

Can't wait to put it on display now

We 'bout to make it any day now

Life is a bitch, and she gettin' it any day now

You isn't blood but somehow you truly relate now

All in Queens Qollective go and grab a plate now, face down

Think it's about time that we say grace now

I hate now, fuck niggas always see to mate now

Same flow, same sound, tell it to me straight now

Fuck a verse, wait now

Hook is like a bait now

Intellect is checked and then protected

Misdirect the disrespect and wreck them

Genuflect and then I'll resurrect them

Pen erect, to then instead molest them

Nigga this the jungle, quicksand every time you move you'll sink

I'm claiming the lion king so fuck what a puma think

Busy fuckin' that kitty cat, while Timon and Pumbaa sing Hakuna matata, movin' ganja while that booty swing

[Chorus: Jean Ramos, Jean Ramos & Andrea]

Air now

Filling up my chest with all these things

I need a air now

Oh you're sayin' that y'all all from Queens?

Lemme hear now

Sayin' it to get in my any means

Like please don't bring that back

I bring it back and it's like—

Air now

Filling up my chest with all these things

I need a air now

Oh you're sayin' that y'all all from Queens?

Lemme hear now

Sayin' it to get in my any means

Like please don't bring that back

I bring it back and it's like—

[Verse 2: Ali Khaan]

Been a quarterback the way I'm out here callin' plays now

Hoping that we blow up, shit, I'm countin' down the days now

Same niggas that laughed, they see the vision that I paint now

Never been the type to face the struggle and just lay down

Fuck around with me, get sprayed down

You in the grave now

Don't fuck wit' me and act all brave now

I am a Greyhound

Your bitch waitin' on my tape, now she pressin' play now

Waitin' for the day we break out, I feel insane now

Goddamn it's been a crazy time

All these hatin' niggas got more spine than a porcupine

Tired of the phony lies

Tired of the phony ties

I severed off the snakes, gettin' gruesome, you should close your eyes

Truth is that I'm mortified

The error of the phony guys

Flexin' off they momma's rent money, thinkin' that they fly

All you fuckin' losers tried

All you niggas claim you ride

Sorry, please don't waste my time

I ain't nothin' like you guys

'Cause I ain't cool with these stupid ass niggas

Think I'm fuckin' bulletproof, how I'm shootin' at these niggas

I done came up off the stoop

All these feral ass niggas, now they actin' all confused

'Cause I slay rap niggas

I was inspired, had a vision for the flow and the sound

I worked entirely from scratch, ain't no writers around

We had to plan it out before we made a move in our town

And now I'm talkin' shit and all these niggas listenin', wow (Wow)

See, we too aggressive

Flow too proper, too impressive

Bought some properties and flexed it

Misdirect your disrespect

And all you stupid little bitches act too big to fill their britches

Yeah my niggas on a mission

We too grown for all you children

How many times I gotta write shit?

Spit out on the mic, shit

For you to know I like this

For you to know I'm grindin'

So you can see me shinin'

'Cause there ain't no better timing

So I'ma make it mine bitch

[Chorus: Jean Ramos, Jean Ramos & Andrea]

Air now

Filling up my chest with all these things

I need a air now

Oh you're sayin' that y'all all from Queens?

Lemme hear now

Sayin' it to get in my any means

Like please don't bring that back

I bring it back and it's like—

Air now

Filling up my chest with all these things

I need a air now

Oh you're sayin' that y'all all from Queens?

Lemme hear now

Sayin' it to get in my any means

Like please don't bring that back

I bring it back and it's like no

[Outro: Andrea, Jean Ramos & Andrea]

I bring it back and it's like no, ohh

Noo, nooo, noo, no

I bring it back and it's like no

I bring it back and it's like no, ohh

Noo, nooo, noo, no

I bring it back and it's like no