This here’s what you will find in… The Basix

Pitch clear rhythm & rhymes, cuts… The Basix

JS and QN5, it’s… The Basix

Breaks-mix-bass-kicks-stage-spit-BASIX!

Aight, kids… Follow these flows, clock the basics

Why’s shit gotta be so complicated

Hi, Tigg… down to see Tone rock the basement?

Fine, Bitch! copy them old rotten playlists

(that made 10!)

Who’s trying to come at me with that first grade shit?

I hope he got access to a first aid kit

I barely listen past the first words they spit

And they always stay pissed, cause their verse ain’t shit

Well I’m certainly straight tripping, till my rage ends

My brain tends to kill petty grudges, Because it’s mad gay when you stay bent

With a day spent in cyphers, I get more rotation than J’s decks

You know that my feet’ll be hitting original ground whenever the plague steps

And if we break bread that means that we never stopped for a breather

Millionaires even after we split profits between us

I put in work in a jobless arena

Scream from top of the corporate ladder, while you give the office a cleanup

**** biting my style like it’s follow the leader

Your girl’s on my dick too… she swallowed a liter

I’m off the wall like 99 bottles of beer

And when my squadron appears, you’ll be hiding in fear

So slide to the rear – truth is you’re insignificant

Tracks ain’t interesting…hardly worth mentioning

I know that I’m far from a star, but the difference is

I rap the way the cats who started this pictured it

This here’s what you will find in… The Basix

Pitch clear rhythm & rhymes, cuts… The Basix

JS and QN5, it’s… The Basix

Breaks-mix-bass-kicks-stage-spit-BASIX!

We got you vibing to our music like “how do they do it?”

And make the hotties lose control of their bodily fluids

Think you’re stopping these 2 kids? Then dude you gotta be stupid

Cause if I ever lost a battle, shit I probably threw it

You got a whore to culture? Son, it’s not to be rude

But I gotta get moving, cause I’m bout to be tooling your spouse in a few

Kid, her flowers’ in bloom… so, I’m sprouting her tulips

Then I’m stocking her womb full of cock and then spewing some pollen into it

And these scavengers be hunting tryin’ to find an exclusive

They’re camping outside of the studio and copying blueprints

Went from a student of constant improvement

To plotting all my hip-hop maneuvers way before Nas did a tour and Das hit the sewers

We grimy and ruthless… dig inside ya pockets for 2 cents

You’re rockin' a noose, never seen a crew so proud to be losers

(16) You think you’re tight? That’s a common illusion

Well… the odds of you rocking a room’s like trying to find a dude named Mohammed that’s Jewish

You gotta be clueless. I normally don’t hop to conclusions

But if you’re rockin', I assume the crowd is probably booin'

You’re stepping to the crew? We gonna leave your body in ruins

So when you fuckin' with The Plague bring an inoculate too. [bitch!]

And while you clowns are amusing, you’ll drown in a pool of your countless excuses

‘Bout why you ain’t as polished as QN5 as a unit

Well, it’s obvious fool, but your mind’ll refuse it

Ain’t saying Godly; but you can just doubt that we’re human till doctors can prove it