"Quincy" lyrics

I keep the track short
Beat like it's my song
When I'm down, I'm looking up
[?] come where it's back up
It's for the best, wrap up
Not that you need it, good luck

Go concentrate on your special connection
Put your face in the right direction

Get undercover, my brother
To burn something down
No to slumber, get under
To force our ways in town
Shake you asunder, don't blunder
Got to get to ground
Wasn't it jumpers and it shunters
Patrolled our whole compound
Patrolled our whole compound

Go concentrate on your special connection
Put your face in the right direction

What type of shitty city you in [?]
What type of shitty city you in [?]
Slap it on the chin, let it all begin
What type of shitty city you in?

Smashed up, brother mashed up
You mashed up, brother mashed up
Smashed up, brother mashed up
You mashed up, brother mashed up
Smashed up, brother mashed up
You mashed up, brother mashed up

Thank you, bro