Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Q Strange with that Illriginal Style [Verse 1] Reppin' deep subterranean, crazy up in the cranium I'm lookin' mo' suspicious than Arabians with uranium Flyin' low in the shuttle, I'm far from suttle I'm gettin' stared at more than interracial couples I run through airport gates wavin' guns too like fuck you I come through, wanna blow this bitch up too 'Cause Q, don't know how to deal with every day stress I stay dressed in rags, and whack sneakers from payless My paychecks are way less, than cats with half the talent My pockets slim and empty when they should be thick like Allen Battlin' emcees and they all full of a player shook Still I couldn't get signed with a pen and a yearbook [Verse 2] I'm in the house like I was on home confinement Lyin' like my career would be shorter than Paul Simon Never had the smarts to go and be and MD But they should still call me Doogie 'cause I Houser MCs A thousand emcees, frontin' man they ain't sayin' nothin' Just flappin' they lips and tellin' stories like Teddy Ruxpin You ain't thugin' I don't care what your crew say Heard me rhyme on Friday it didn't hit 'cha till Tuesday You say alive I should come and see you rock I did, you bout as live as Biggie Smalls and Tupac Got a shoebox full of tongues keep as my trophies From homies, I annihilated at the show, see? [Verse 3] You was a top dog yesterday man, it don't scare me I'm here today like Matt Lower, and tomorrow like Annie You fairy, pansy yo you shoulda tried plan B My beats thump like that rabbit on bambi Can't stand me, 'cause you know that you ain't half as nice So, go fuck ya self, like a hermaphrodite Pass the mic to me and piss mad kids off I hog the shit for two hours they're like "dag get off" I was in the cipher but I had to leave the circle Watchin' me battle is like seein' Screech versus Urkel Verbal, mutilation, slaughter, man just accept it You pass me the mic, big mistake, yall shoulda kept it