Illrigina

Q Strange

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    Yeah Q Strange
    Wit dat 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 dis bitch up too
    Cuz 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 wit 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

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    [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 cuz 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
    Cant stand me, cuz 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 vs. Urkel
    Verbal, mutilation, slaughter, man just accept it
    You pass me the mic, big mistake, yall shoulda kept it

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