Lyrics

[Intro] Hit 'em up! Throw it up! Loot 'em up! Good enough! [Verse 1: Q Strange] Reclaimin' the crown, there ain't no breakin' me down Amaze and astound, all I need's a stage and the crowd I'm blatantly loud, so, there's no mistakin' the sound In a sea of mediocrity you shamefully drown Insane to me, wow, how your very soul is weak Flow's unique, I'm known as a ferocious beast It's the ignorant, belligerent wind of the fuckin' idiot I'm rippin' it to little bits, mixin' it up with wicked shit The pedigree I'll never be done, not gonna finish it I'm not diminishin', if anything yo, I'm infinite A symphony of lyrics, use my voice as my instrument I flip your wig, I'm killin' it, I'm definitely ill at this Verbal destruction as I'm punchin' the precaution of this ill production Beatin' up the beat like Guido's fist-pumpin' Shit's somethin' underground like mold So, you know I'm gettin' bumped in the streets more than pothole [Chorus] If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough! If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough! [Verse 2: DJ Apokolypze] Bitch, maid, switch blades, sling blade, watch it fade Three ways, purple haze, burnin' in my brain Now, I'm re-arranged, you should call it quits Got your motherfuckin' ass hangin' over this bridge Son of a bitch, you messin' with the wrong one Swingin' swords like the Shogun A potion sippin', rippin' this mic until your body start illin' Fuck a moxie ceilin', son I'm straight pistol whippin' You flippin' these keys like a fuckin' trapeze I'm shootin' the breeze, blood flood your dungarees Bust you at the seams, you in a motherfuckin' bad dream I eat your whole team, you know what I mean? Word, yo, you can check how I swerve These motherfuckers in the hood they tryna twist my words Bitch these herbs, I'm liftin' off the weed I burned This is riot music, motherfuckers, this pain I've earned [Chorus] If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough! If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough! [Verse 3: Q Strange] Bow to his majesty and all his mastery, you had to be me, automatically I'm back to be the most beautiful tragedy, but now I got a strategy To straighten out the raggedy life that keeps attackin' me It's been a few minutes, wanna know where did I go? Yo, right under your nose, like some lines to blow (Yeah) Strange made it back from the grave to reclaim What was rightfully my shit in the first place The worst case scenario Forget it, yo 'Cause I don't think they're ready for this Decorated general, declare war is terrible It's the return of the lowdown varmint with what you wanted Underground bar and ball, grind me, hot shit Spark in the moshpit, aw shit, I don't spit raps now, I vomit Star shit, son, and I'ma dwarf you like a hobbit You think that you're a star? Then I'm an interstellar comet [Chorus] If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough! If you a low-life trash then hit 'em up! If you ain't got no cash then throw it up! If you're broke and unemployed then loot 'em up! If you don't give a fuck if you're alive then that's good enough!