[Intro]
Yeah....Don't sugar coat it for 'em
Get 'em, T
whoo!

[T-Squared]
The rhyme and rhythm mix together
While my words fit in like the paint for a picture
Maybe a scripture here and there
But never do I coat my words with crystalline substances
No abundances, it’s just because of their acceptances
Not to watch it transcend to another level
Never will I be gentle with the heat that I’m packing
Backtracking hotter than a firestorm, you can see I’m not the norm, uh
I know that the sky’s not the limit cause I’m in this game to win it
To finish, to never diminish, you people shall never extinguish
The passion for this rapping, no matter what I’ll keep the bubble blowing
While my gums keep flapping
To prove my worth as an emcee breathes with each
Syllable, lyrical general, fictional, mythical
Pinnacle of ultimate power, Founder of this new age of Hipster Hop, uh

[Chorus]
No such thing as a coat made of sugar
When money's so artificial, yeah its just like

Sweet and Low (X4)

Cold hard cash is the candy of the business
Gluttony and Greed go together and it makes death

Sweet and Slow (X4)

[QJ]
You may assume we sold out when you heard the synth sound
That we built momentum up, then we brought the fence down
But this is just music, don't worry bout a damn thing
It burns when it goes down like its champagne
Metaphors, similes, people can't remember these
Flows when they were prodigal, instrumentals robotical
Now its just a nautical sound, now the mama's are proud
The damn boombox is blasting it out
Retro flow, let 'em know that it glistens
Rap is the only genre where artist's keep their distance
Its all about comparisons, why the competition?
Plug in the damn headphones, just sit back, and listen
Too much creativity, got no time for dissin'
Passion in my veins, my heart is pumping like a piston
Old school is over, hasn't been the same since then
But they can't put a leash on what flows from my lips when there's

[Chorus]
No such thing as a coat made of sugar
Yeah, money's so artificial and its just like

Sweet and Low (X4)

Cold hard cash is the candy of the business
Gluttony and Greed go together and it makes death

Sweet and Slow (X4)

[Bridge]
In it to win it to finish
We refuse to mimic or hide behind a gimic, behind an image
A line descended from greatness
The rhymes are fitted and I can spit it
That's why it burns, now the rhyme's acidic (X4)

[Chorus]
No such thing as a coat made of sugar
When money's so artificial, yeah its just like

Sweet and Low (X4)

Cold hard cash is the candy of the business
Gluttony and Greed go together and it makes death

Sweet and Slow (X4)

[Outro]