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awww shit - q strange lyrics

[verse 1]
every day i wake up lookin’ out my window
sh*tty that we livin’ in a place that’s skid row
broke and sh*t and hopin’ there’s something to live for
but right now we don’t see it, all we know we p*ssed, bro
hit low and spit flows and lord god forbid, yo
to get dough, you get choked or left with a slit throat
where kids grow with schizos and wear dirty, ripped clothes
it’s a sh*tshow and that’s just the way the wind blow
tryna get ahead, i’m back, i mean i reach shows
hopin’ people come and pay to see me spit flows
i’m known up in the streets, man, i don’t need no intro
because they know i got more talent in my big toe
than anything on radio or sp*wned discos
the underground panеl sounds, they come from b*tch hoes
toss ‘еm off a bridge so we don’t see your sh*t flows
officially, we gon’ hit you with the sh*t that’s sick, bro

[verse 2]
astounding as i’m warring all the doubters
q’s back
confused that i’m in the booth, i’m on a new track
this time around, i tighten up my f*ckin’ bootstraps
new jack crews are a huge pack of douchebags
no one even cares that your little group raps
maybe in your school class, but still, prove that
rockin’ a black doo rag, the sharpest in the tool shed
and you f*gs are walkin’ somewhere, perpetratin’ cool swag
and every venue you’ve entered you got booed at
all the lion tamers ripped away your [?] cats
take the stage and hit ’em with a simple boom bat
you take the stage and all the crowd is askin’ “who’s that?”
who dat? your crew’s ragged but yo, man, you knew that
you fools that look silly, you’re there wearing dr. seuss hats
claimin’ that you hard and ain’t afraid to shoot guests
but you ain’t movin’ proud like this old school cat

[chorus x2]
when i’m in your town, people like
awww sh*t!
’cause when we put it down, the crowd is
awww sh*t!
because we got the kind of sound that’s
awww sh*t!
if you ain’t underground and proud, then
y’all ain’t sh*t!
[verse 3]
stayin’ in the game, sometimes it seems hopeless
when i’m doin’ shows, this sh*t’s explosive
i’ma stay shinin’ more than a glow stick
your whole clique is so dim and no, you can’t approach this
notice this microphone is so cold, it’s frozen
from the illest of the motherf*ckin’ flows spit
tryna make more cake than hoes takes
on the scene swarmin’ the streets like low kids
real k!llers moshin’ the pit to bone split
fake thugs stick to the wall like post*its
i’ll be with the b*tches that can do pole tricks
you and your crew is lucky if you pull gross chicks
look kid, i don’t care who you rode with
disrespectin’ end up with the f*ckin’ throat slit
i ain’t got no time to f*ck around with no b*tch
i sign on you [?] like c*ck*a*roaches

- q strange lyrics

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