Quindangered Species

Album cover art for "Quindangered Species" by Q. Allanz

Q. Allanz - Rap, West Coast Rap

Quindangered Species

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(Verse 1) Even if I had a broken arm, I could still pull a sword out the stone And walk through forest and speak to nature in different language and tones Why you worried about how I know you got dudes trying to aim at my dome Bitch, I got eyes all over the city, I ain't using no drones My epitome is not average, succas don't want me to elevate And push all this heavy weight through the freeways of every state I was taught to keep it 100, so I do it in extra way I get so sicc with it, I'll flip an ounce when I still the collection plate Does this in a fresher way, yeah I see 'em looking Well, since they like to stare so much, let me prove that my middle fingers is crooked While you was taking the bacc street, I took the scenic route Hands on the wheel, her hands on my zipper, trying to pull my penis out And I'm still focused on ignoring dumb shit that you speak about Can't pay attention to nothing you're saying, none of it evens out He gotta problem with my clique, I'ma bleed 'em out Best ask around about the Quarter Poundz, look who we breeding out [Hook] Out here it's dark, the breed you'll find A lot of rucqus in the midst, these dudes done lost their minds It ain't too safe, the sun goes down Here comes the vicious, and we surely will ignite the town (repeat 2x) (Verse 2) Some of y'all need to learn to tell the truth and just shame the devil Wasting all that time trying to get views and likes on social media All of you succas sure do feel brave when y'all get a mention You must have wanted a pussy when you was born 'cuz you want too much attention Meanwhile, I get on the stage in my Astros hat, spit acid rap After that, pull the hatchet bacc, look at my target then slash his tats I can show you better than I can tell you but this ain't no snap and chat It ain't fiction it's fact and ain't no hashtag in bacc of that Baccground solidified, you ain't gotta question my past day I never met 2Pac, but I met Mac Dre I did meet Eazy-E, never met Biggie or Pun That's when I was selling that killer kush that'll leave you with sore lungs I been around this ain't no hire for affirmative action I'll chew all you cowards with no allergic reaction Must ve a full moon tonight, time to swerve into action It's the attacc of the certified, you heard me right, purge, make it happen [Hook]

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  • Q. Allanz