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qubik - gas can lyrics

[verse 1]

first off f+ck the fame
i will only ascend with the gas like david blaine
k!ll it off the bat like bruce wayne
i’m clownin on you at the same time like john wayne gacy
you think you safe g? leave a dent in your ego
like harvey, b+tch come and face me
it’s 2020 as i’m writin this
but it’s prolly 2021 as you reciting this
it’ll be a couple more till i’m poppin sh+t
in exactly 3 years, go to xxl 2024 and watch that sh+t
guarantee you’ll see yours truly, note this sh+t duly
my sh+t is big and hairy like a wooly mammoth
i go f+ckin crazy then i switch it up like i’m samus aran
ultimately i’m smashin the competition
if you actually listen you’ll notice i drop bars in your face
like i’m spittin whilе kissin
i’m just kickin the new flava in ya ear
my ego is so major whеn i’m in the mirror
it’s a spiritual, lyrical, miracle
this line is so satirical i could prolly start a commentary channel
then i go to vidcon, and get a youtuber panel
darth nannal can’t handle this ramblin
you die to a vandal and a dreg, while the outbreak i perfect
treat it like it’s crystal meth, i’m breaking bad
you better go get the gat. you said you was buzzin, but alas
you have experienced my wrath, but not nearly at maximum capacity
i introduce myself, sing the ballad
compose an opera, rock out, and dip
like bohemian rhapsody. what a catastrophe
qubik’s causin national tragedies and commitin numerous sins
then i write that sh+t down. you better panic!
my sk!ll could fill the atlantic
meaning the volume it takes up is so gigantic
f+ckin can it
i waka flocka flame like i’m pac+man
and if you wanna start some sh+t, i’ll douse you with my gas can
[verse 2]

second off, f+ck my race, and f+ck yours too
my opinion only stems from what you do
you think i can’t rap cause i’m white?
well you’re the one who’s exploiting the natives
i hate to say it
but you’re copying the cadence of the guy right next to you
this isn’t criticism, it’s advice, see i only want the best for you
unless if you test me, cause i excel, like a remote teacher
i’m a sweat at this rap game, you can call me lame
but i think you just mad at this sk!ll based matchmaking
your k.d is tanking, like losing the lead in the fourth quarter
you about to meet my brothers in arms, so this is your warner
cause there’s an active shooter in the building
it kinda seems like it’s titling
you losin cause you’re atrocious
not your frame rate drop
oh you’re goin f+ckin nuclear?
that’s a fable like aesop
ironic cause i’m a f+ckin beast from the east
and i’m educating the masses
you gettin dropped from your label and losin all your contacts
like you need some new glasses
i’ll slaughter you with knowledge like a sagacious assassin
lookin at my rule, and ya like “how long is this lastin?”
well there’s no number for eternity
cause you’re askin a guy who’s eternally k!llin it
i throw away the syllabus, and the rubric
cause qubik likes to do it however he wants
hear that ladies?
nah, my arms ain’t strong, but prepare for the launch
i keep the ones i f+ck
and the ones i give a ring separate, call me spock
“knock knock.” “who’s there?” “the king.”
“the king who?” “the king slayer.”
i’m in the lair south of heaven
i endorse o’hare, cause i do not need oxygen
you can’t enter the house of hip+hop
cause i forgot to unlock it again
that’s on me. i’m at the store right now
i’ll be back in an hour
and i’m pickin out some cyanide
if you truly about it, i’ll be by ya side; always and forever
the game is 100% mine once i pull this lever
no it a lever
reverse that sh+t, and that proves how i’m better
than the talentless “musicians.”
that’s like shaxx compared to saladin
i’ll wipe your squad, no need to get mad again
cause it’ll happen again and again
it’ll never ever end
even if he has no mic, she has to eat, and i have to b.r.b
i’ll throw an emp grenade on your stage
then write a line about it
that’s the diary of a madman
and if you’re still thirsty, there’s probably a drop in my gas can

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