Artist: Quez f/ Gripp Album: Declaring Shenanigans!!! Song: Motivate Typed by: @QuezThePoet Underdog underground give me a pound like trending topics Hash tag grass bag Insta-gram of chronic Cause right now we on it we on it like a dope beat And we some ill emcees (yeah we are Quez) sweet Well give me that heat that fire that dope That shit that rocks the head back and forth And I’m like Ali on the ropes and competition is tired And uninspired they need a diet From that sugar coated pop and unnecessary beef Even Michelle Obama want obesity to stop Ok let me cool it A jam like this got a nigga acting foolish Unruly with the rudeness, but still the coolest alive Breaking bread with my dude and we thrive But still I microphone check one to stay alive We got American dreams but allergic to apple pie We make them put up their hands and make every arm extend But the way that we MC, that's not where the story ends We are on a mission and you might find it quite astounding But, but but we give 'em something to think about and make 'em wrap their minds around it We in the time of iPads black presidents Instagram and Foursquare mapping your residence GPS directions and SuperPAC elections And everybody stressing over mass destructive weapons But a, through it we keep the art progressing We offer lessons so check an awesome session With Quez as your professor and Gripp is on his dean shit So get up off the penis and get up on the dean’s list We reap and sew like a Grim Reaper seamstress Even if the seam is torn we will reweave it Put it on the track and ad adhesive Til black girls and bald headed horses scream we need it I’m just playing y’all, I’m so facetious And so sarcastic, but still a genius Or so I tell myself and I believe it If you believe it to then great minds think in sink We make them put up their hands and make every arm extend But the way that we MC, that's not where the story ends We are on a mission and you might find it quite astounding But, but but we give 'em something to think about and make 'em wrap their minds around it If you blink you might miss it This light speed diction or this nice weed hitting Like a Spike Lee rendition of Radio Raheem When he’s punching the air and got them love and hate rings We love and hate things love my mom’s baked beans Hate to hear bad music such an ear raping This is the music we bring cheers for grammar like Kelsey When we rock a full house like Uncle Jesse We rock it like the earthquakes in my birthplace NASA couldn't rock it like I, on my worst day I’m versed in the word play, so let these words play Your brain is my kickball we kick it every Thursday Game over Wednesday I’m calling it my win day And after we kick it y’all learn something I’m your sensei I sense you’re in dismay lost your sense like Common But still we educate and motivate man I promise We make them put up their hands and make every arm extend But the way that we MC, that's not where the story ends We are on a mission and you might find it quite astounding But, but but we give 'em something to think about and make 'em wrap their minds around it