Letra de Q

[Round 1: Quantum Physics]
I'm glad you don't got no cap on you
You can give us all that Rogaine picture
You got me feeling like your father, so I won't play with ya
This for the QP, that's the camera man? No way, mister
That mean John Does shooting a body of a no-name nigga
And you ain't taking my name, nigga, QP you wouldn't dare
Should've known I'm a trained lumberjack
I ain't cutting back, and that I would prepare
But if Superman out here moving faster than a speeding bullet […]
I guess the only way to slow you down from that tempo
Is to put a bullet there
You know what I don't like about you, Qleen Paper?
You spell like a teenager
Using my name for free, illiterate fuck
Couldn't you even had signed a fee waiver
You don't have to be a spelling bee major or the alphabet's creator
To see that the C in 'clean' can't be Q
I'll say it again, I know it's Qleen Paper
I say who you seeing, Qleen? Can't be Q
Cause sir up and met a son that can lean Paper
See I tried to be meek, it's a nightmare, I'm the dream chaser
Created Innuendo to watch the flow I crafted as a team player
You need Miles, right?
Clicking, deleting, wiping your sleigh clean, Paper
You get paid to crack heads? No crackhead, you a freebaser
You wanna blow? Fine, I have dope lines
Since we both are coke sniffers
Just know, that'll help you overdose quicker
Based on our threads we better than them so-and-so niggas
But we ain't cut from the same fabric
Cause we ain't no where close, nigga
How should I expose niggas? Chilla Jones for real a clone
Y'all think y'all seen scheming?
See I do this all year, for me it's always scheme season
It's a winter […] I mean everything leaving
Street sweeper the whole house, some would call it spring cleaning
You squeamish, fool with the world
Let it digest you and spit you out
See that's what it does with you outcasts
As a rebel it sticks you out
Like retired umpires, you at home unsettled, you missing out
But today Qleen it's exorcism
Cause it's hard as a devil to get you out
Now there's levels of spitting writtens out
But that shit you did in the D, I wanna start off [...]
Why sell you so short? That'll get you marked out alone
Now I knew you were roaming
Though it wasn't too smart, I condone
I know why you thought you'd get a good reception
Cause you read four bars off your phone
Now will he start off a clone and choke again?
Do you look in the crowd for the beef?
When this gangster crip is himself then the crowd's gonna see
Now out of town fans, look
Like your brother even when you miles from the D
But then you choke out of town and look like your brother…
Miles from the D!
He's probably now gonna cease
Choke up in 60 seconds, that's a minute's time
You can't work at the shoe store
With that performance, you can't finish lines
That's why each step gets blown out of proportion
When it slips his mind
But I can't say you not a real cokehead
You know us cokeheads, we don't forget the lines
Now you did switch your grind, with the QP shit
But why'd you have to go and take the greatest?
And make yourself public enemy no. 1, you wouldn't Flavor Flav it
You a bishop? Pffft, I've never heard of faker statements
That's someone flimsy dishing it out
If you saying that Paper pleated
You made it on a whole another scale, I made way for you
The combination of the letters QP, I made it safe for you
[...] things I couldn't wait to do
No matter how you spell Qleen, Q I could still see the fake in you
The same old bitch that told you good things came in two
I'm not feeling it, oh well let me explain my aim to you
Even when you freestyle I should still get paid for Paper views
Even when you choke and freeze, I'll still get paid for Paper views
You spelled it Q-U-E-P, didn't get great reviews
Then you changed it to QP, we started beefing over mistaken views
My buzz big as a living room at the time you halt
I was making views
I'm Don King promoting you, I should get paid for pay-per view
I called Surf like "Surf, you think it's okay to sue?
Should I kidnap his bitch and kid
Since this is what it's been taken to?"
That's like taking my baby, my hard work, and my labor too
Ain't this a mother?
Cause after all my pushing this pussy breaking through
Flow nastier than hospital patient food
You'll get hospitalized
And the nurse'll bring you hospital patient food
I see you not making this [...] that's a doctor that breaks the rules

[Round 1: Qleen Paper]
Niggas in the streets asked why I don't take SMACK serious
I told 'em, it ain't that dawg, it's just that when you in the streets
Fucking with that smack it's hard to take smack serious
That shit had me on some
"I got 50 here... 20 over here... 80 over here..."
Nigga I got so confused with that math I wanted to smack Serious
Now let's stop with the games
Cause it's been a while since I hopped in this thang
And I'd be a lie if I say the block ain't the blame
But I told myself, the day I hop in the box with this lame
I might have to box with this lame
Now even though I fucking hate you, I must thank you
Cause only reason I hopped in the game
Was cause I had seen this twat with the name
Now putting this fake ass QPeazy to rest
Might be one of the easiest debts
He ain't gon' do shit but try to scheme me to death
So this a plot for the brain? Nah, hop into range
Banging Pac, before I hit his block I was cocking the thang
Caught him walking somewhere around Stock with his dame
I hopped out, cocked, put the chop to her frame
Broke her off, he got the K with the stock in exchange
You know what I don't like about your soft ass, dawg?
How the fuck this nigga go from S.O.N.S. to Innuendo
Then he always do that bullshit ass intro involving 'innuendo'
This nigga be on some
"How you gon' beat me if it ain't in you to win dough
I'm gonna end you to win dough
No it ain't in you…"—bitch that shit mean the same thing!
But how about I put a couple holes in you and you a window
Oh? That was garbage? Well let me see, you gay
You ain't in a closet cause we all see you gay, you in a window
I really showed up this time, I ain't Finesse you bitch
Did that surprise you?
Oh, so you ain't tell all these motherfuckers
About how when was finning to battle before
And you sent that five through, and I ain't show up, bitch I fried you
Reason being: he had my nigga Cal coming all the way to Vegas
And never showed up and paid him
So guess who I gave that five to... ME, MOTHERFUCKER!!!
You know what else I don't like about your soft ass, dawg?
Nigga I got a whole list of thangs, and in the midst of thangs
This faggot ass nigga gon' pic my shit out a whole list of names
Compared to what I do on the daily, nigga this a game
If we was the same whip
I'm supercharged, the newer car in a different lane
Now I'm just trying to figure out what the faking about
Cause real talk, you ain't did half the shit that you say you about
You ain't did half the shit that you claim you did
And on top of that the people don't like you ain't who you say
I know, I know, I know... you ain’t that nigga you say you is
Let me see, you got QP, Heartless, Remy, 100 Bulletz… Innuendo
Naw, I said if QP get Heartless off that Remy
I'll throw a 100 Bulletz in your window!

[Round 2: QP]
Frosted Flake, feelin’ Tony The Tiger great, my nigga keep the views
Moe, tell everybody I wanna make it sweet for you
But I might turn to Ike Turner re-enact that Anna-Mae scene with you
So I can at least slap this bitch since he wanna have his cake and eat it too
Between me and you, my nigga, I can outsmart you when it's scheming
The mascot for gettin’ mopped up, well aren't you Mr. Clean?
No A&R's ever attempted to charge you interestin’
Cause they know if you did sell, dumb nigga, it'd be far of you in between
What seldom nigga that's far of you in between
Check the check which is too far few in between
I thought being smart you would give us-a Qleen explanation
A nose in need deserves Puffs indeed now that’s a Qleenex-planation
You know what I don't like about you dog? That's a Qleen explanation
You a career choke artist, you need resuscitation
Now this battle rap shit show and tell, you goin’ need presentation
See you done learned but you done forgot see this your re-education
You know practice makes perfect and you gon need preparation
You know how you know your soul sent when you see levitation
Now that's altitudes climbing through peaks, elevation
I done doctored this all up this shit's premeditated
Now I'ma do 42 shots, this gone be record breakin’
A Hollow Man, he see through, now QP Kevin Bacon
Yellin' basic, to get rid of this shit stain I'm supposed to shout
I'm feelin’ like Rick James at Eddie Murphy's as he approached the couch
You food with me not the safe way even in a frozen I'll
Mop Qleen up so nasty the cashier come it’ll gross her out
He from the Motor City, I know you got that motor mouth
I always get told yes my nigga, somethin’ that you don't know about
I'm like an umpire sittin’ at home signaling I'm always showin’ out
This shit Corey Holcomb material, nothin’ you should joke about
See what's cold is now
You goin’ against a draft so you not playin’ to win
Stop sayin’ shit that don't mean shit else when you say it again
Or I'll Stephen King killer down if I have to say it again
You know what I don't like about you dog? When you say it again
Cause it don 't mean shit else, I mean they could pretend
When I say it again you know since I made up the trend
It's a double meaning on the double meanin’, I'll move the pace up again
I get paid through Western Union, money grams, pay stubs, depends
You fabricated so it seems you should be makin’ amends
Every rule or regulation you either break or you bend
I should go T-off on this bearded lady
Sideburn style, straight for the chin
Now did you really not write a 3rd round? Only time will tell
You won't be able to see your way out of this one
When you can't provide the scale
You slippin’ with them gun bars that you done tried and failed
So once your come will spark I guess I got Jonah's heart
Because I'm still alive and well

[Round 2: Qleen Paper]
I'ma tell y'all niggas why I stopped fuckin' with this battle rap shit dog
Cause it’s pointless dawg
A nigga like him, jump in this bitch all day, and do all this fuckin’ ramblin’
And never get the fuckin' point across
So I'm a save the oooh's and aaah's for the 3rd round
This one I'ma just get my point across
I heard someone say when I walked in this bitch
They glad the real came back
I'ma let yo soft ass know, off top, it ain't a game scrap
When you spittin’, keep yo range nigga hang back
Cause my nigga Money Maine strapped
You in the Midwest where shit can get fuckin' wild
This ain't Southern Cal where it never rah in at
It still ain't rained yet?
Ain't no question where these niggas want the name at
You gotta look at that shit from the world eyes
You made that shit west coast local
I made it worldwide bitch you will never getting’ my name back
You never made it to where the big stage was ate
It was never no need for me to out line you bitch
Cause I always outshined you and you, hate that
But let's face facts, real niggas don't wanna hear that lame rap
So can you blame Smack?
Now I want y'all to take this thought for the mind
And don't get me to getting’ it wrong, I'll give it to dog
He's smart with the lines, lyin' about how he sparkin’ the 9
Now he even walk with the pride, but how he present it, and talk it, is jive
He want it so bad to get that look from Smack
So I know every time you thought in yo mind about
How you took the back to Heartless and Con
If we speakin’ real nigga shit, this man is an act
We gon take it from that Swave situation
Cause that's what led me to believe he just a lame nigga fakin’
Cause in all yo verses you handlin’ straps but that nigga touch you
And you let that man give you a panic attack
Not me, that's ironic
He the clown but I'm the one that's known for jokin’
I don't give a fuck, that nigga touch me, trust me my chrome is smokin’
Swave, I would've laid that big nerd down
3rd round, my hands would've went around his neck
Since I'm known for chokin’
Now this nigga mentioned before I was ever mentioned
You had a million views right? Okay I'II give you that
So that mean all these mothafuckas came here to see you right?
Shut the fuck up Dirtbox
Go on YouTube hit that search box nigga I'm t he only QP you notice
Temptation nigga you been hatin, nobody comin' to see you Otis

[Round 2: QP]
He ain't lyin’, 2 years ago I had my…[unclear]…contract this Crip right out the blue
Even though you was amongst those gettjn’ eatin’
And havin’ dine-out reviews
I was in this kids corner, hell I took time out for you
Figured like a pirate I'd patch it up and keep an eye out for you
400 dollar deposit months before it even happened
Then I went to jail for weed in fractions, as I heard he was smack in
No show after no show, that's a re-nactment of how he was actin’
They started burnin’ bridges, few will say cause he was gassing
But they gon have to point someone to your aid cause I'm bringin’ the magic
You ain't know who you was fuckin’ with online
And now you bein' catfished
I would swing a burner, that's kitchen cabinets
You'd be dealin’ with some of salt without hittin’ back flips
Attractive, trained, steamed, I'ma baller maker
That'd leave this panhandler MIA now that's a Florida Gator
You Charmin soft, thank you for the favor
I make sure you get that issue same shit different toilet paper
No make sure you get that tissue, I aim shit, different toilet paper
I was supposed to fade ya, UFC.com we was supposed to fight on sight
Even with Kevin Hart's father's heart you gettin’ all right all rights
I'll positively charge at him, split you up right on splice
Since part will cool you down and put your eye on ice
You spent your life on white, oh now I get it you Qleen Pachino
Keep it 100 before this battle when was the last time you seen a C-Note?
You act with my Dinero I'll turn this into the last movie scene Casino
It's to the cornfields with you, off bat you gon be DeVito
Not Devito, Joe Pesci, but y'all get it they both short as fuck
It's like every battle Paper gets ripped but also tore it up
It’s a fact, you're a quack, it woulda benefited you more to duck
Cause this rebound battle will be what'll get you boarded up
Now you more than stuck on smack for 2 years in vain
I've been watchin’ things
Coke Cained you, murdered you brother enablin' a prophecy
That'd make your nostrils sting
You can have more to appeal if you were a Roxy fiend
That white powder kept getting’ you washed up try Oxy Qleen

Easy nigga
[Round 3: Qleen Paper]
Give a fuck what this nerd say
You must ain't seen the John John battle
When I told niggas fuck what they heard and say
Bitch, I bet you I got that third today
This about to be the most ridiculous round
Cause this shit get more ridiculous every round, dawg
Now y'all gon' flip and go crazy after I let this round off
The fuck, y'all ain't get it?
I said y'all gon' flip after I let this round off
Naw, I said dawg gon' flip after I let this round off!
I couldn't lose if I threw this fight purposely
Now if you a fan of the real QP and you be site searching me
Then you know it's no way possible this bitch might murder me
Now y'all might notice a slight urgency
With me trying to get it out
Like I'm trying to get in and out, like burglaries
Everything about this man say nice; courtesy
Me? Whenever my cash gone I throw that mask on
Like flight emergencies
Quintenn ain't tough
He would never think of anything like hurting me
He's just talking trash, I'll spark his ass, open him up, like surgery
Catch his walking ass at the bus stop, bust shots
And leave him lying on a bench, like perjury
All y'all gon' hear is: ch-ch boom, ch-ch boom, ch-ch boom...
Like that shotty spitting bombs
I'ma have everybody stretched out in this nigga yard
Looking like he holding a class for Pilate in his lawn
But make it fast, cause fucking with this faking ass
Police probably get along
And ain't no fear in me bro, so let your cheerleaders know
I'm catching bodies with my arm
Nigga that Glock stick to me; I am velcro strapped
You? You?! A ho for starters
Niggas can tell by your whole persona
You ain't never held no straps
Up here talking about offing me
Naw, niggas be cautious about crossing me, I'm like railroad tracks
You disrespected my nigga Tall T... rest in peace, that's a real nigga
It just so happened to be that Tall T rap
"Fuck that nigga"? Nigga I'll kill your bitch ass to bring Tall T back
Hit his block, two Glocks and that's Tall T's strap
He's talking all that Tall T this and Tall T that
What you gon' do when I send you out where Tall T at!?