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thunderdome - q. allanz lyrics

everybody knows who i am and how i am, it be action first, not too much talking
usually roccing all by myself, but if it gets thicc, i’ll call my squadron
so what that i do this music, i’ll stop this beat and knocc your noggin
acting like they wanna take it there, are you sure you want that problem
if you ain’t with the sh*t, then make your way towards the exit sign
since you wanna feel the heat, i guess you gone be next in line
i’ll be here for a minute, but this won’t be no test of time
bet you by golly that sh*t you throwing won’t penetrate this vest of mine
and i ain’t hard to find, you can always see me in the trenches
m*th*fucc the judge, he’s already plotting on giving me a life sentence
your disses ain’t working, even your threats don’t really match
honestly, i wish you wood
and just because i’m older i ain’t trying to pull the bully rank
i’m just sicc of these rappers talking tough knowing that their p*ssy stank
me fall on my face, boy, don’t get hopes up
you will up end in a car, looking at the stars, not alive ‘cuz you got your throat cut
i’m serious when i say it, feel like i can’t ve faded
none of my movements come with a cheat code, why explain, i ain’t to ve played with
yeah, that’s right, i’m a different breed, acquired taste like a artichoke
every since the day my momma told my daddy her water broke
succas and b*tches be knowing as soon as i go to that level, it’s finna ve curtains
death’s for certain, when i squeeze off, murder’s gone be worth it
saying you’re in the field all day, you’re scared to get your uniform dirty
you don’t fit the description, homie, you gotta be in ‘cuz your b*tch’s curfew
speaking of b*tches, i don’t want her if she can’t make me cash
so, you thinking your p*ssy’s good don’t do nothing but make me laugh
you can’t mistake me as, that succa that you played in class
and stopping your looks will do it, i already had a stacey dash
that urge of wanting to beef, better keep that under managed
running up on me, you gone get severe tire damage
dammit, i’m philosophical like aristotle
tell the truth and spin the bottle, off the gas, i hit the throttle
and i know they really don’t want me to shine
they put the f in front of q over a thousand times
call me original cuz i’d rather spit these vicious rhymes
and ain’t dissing yo dead homies, i ain’t scared of them when they was alive
and i ain’t speaking jive like bacc in the days, i’m on my tip
bullets ain’t got no names on ’em, but all of mine says willie lynch
i’m dangerous just by breathing, really a demon with a gun
fucc a a 30 clip my aim is good so i only need one
i put it out there and it’s not a secret
already going off the deep end, soon as my feet walk on the cement
that’s just a fact, my act is not conceited
go against me if you wanna, bet you i can stop your defense
all said and done required doctors treatment
then again, when i’m locced and seaking, might be hard to stop the bleeding
it’s time to push, you better pay attention what that clocc is reading
don’t worry about retaliation ‘cuz you’re not gonna need it

this is the proper thesis, even got the cops retreating
most of you succas be lost in treason, can’t even prove your blocc is decent
everyone in the room better be quiet when i start the preaching
i’ma show i rocc the meanest, i’m the potus you’re not impeaching
and when i put my seat in, y’all better pray i don’t bring my team in
cuz i’ma shove it right in your face so all of y’all can see it
thunderdome

- q allanz lyrics

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