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Qubicity:
Yeah we back on another one!
Still bumping, still stunting til we're number one
We gotta keep surviving
That's why we going in on the mic straight grinding
Sterling Duns:
Im back up in the magic lab
Is that new, come on bro, you don’t have to ask
Me and my crew, so fly so fresh to death
when haters hate, all we do is throw em up an ampersand
Annnnnnd what ya’ll really saying,
2nd round draft pick, So we aint really playing
that 1st round game though, they league done slept on us
but it means the opposition aint put the press on us
I’m so focus I’m illin
rhymes so potent they healing
rhymes so cold, yep we chillin
boy we done landed like pilgrims
rock the mic like its plymouth
hit the beat like its tennis
We show up like arrows
Then we like some gymnaist
I improvise on the beat but I don’t
I pen a verse down like i hit it with a rock bottom
If we fail I don’t care cause we aint getting graded
And I rather try and fail, then say we never tried to make it
Qil:
Yo, we bringing in the new space age
I be on that space heater, flow be on that genophage,
This is just my Genesis and I don't play no face games
I never been a nemesis, I Sega from the first stage
Set up in a bird cage but I be going cuckoo
Snapping on a track, got me actin like a choo-choo
I'm about that do you, and doing me is doing right
My future make a star clap, ya mama say I'm sunlight
Listen to that thun like "This could be my energy"
Coming through them sound bytes, sparking up some chemistry
Treated like a new dawn, clean up like I'm brawny
Butter up the beat, pop a kernel I'm corny
So Punxsutawney, my feels all doctored
Step up to the plate the new age has been proctored
If you ain't banging wit it you can go and get lobstered
Cause everytime I hit it hit it like a young mobster
Qubicity:
I’m on a Dr Seuss planet with a blue spruce planted
overhead, granted I can barely even stand it
how I grind inside my mind and scribe a line thats hard as granite
quiet signs shining in a blinding field of famine
stun the stage, and leaving the lab cremated
ripping page, and writing the flow sedated
man i’m consecrated with consternation
I’m elated in facing an adulation
in creating these arrogant and ungulate rhymes
grinding beef during delicate times, I’m getting mine
sit in silence, the lines hit your sinus
like all the rat pack snap backs its timeless
the culprit with all his crusty rapport
leading to necrosis of every muscle engorged
except medulla and the ped that puts the pedal to floor
back of the lac smirking with a ready retort
the misadventures of a closed throat bandit
duns said get it, so i got it, wrote and planned it
don’t be doubting this is the fire and you just fanned it
the flow so hard you can hardly stand it
this the lyrical pinnacle, the sentences centerfold
my flow so respectable, i’m beard and bespectacled
i’m sounding like a master but i never reject a show
sterling hopped up on my back he said i gotta let em know
now the flagging forces out in force
they redirecting you around the crash reports
the last resort: catch up cuz we fast on foot
writing on a track man its like we passed a book
so rassling hooks is all we got left on the map now
the trembling trinity is trending out of the background
i swag so hard that i walk with a lame hitch
made the track and killed it; two ways that i make hits
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