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qubik - track boys (feat. hebs) lyrics

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[chorus: qübik]

aye y’all, we the track boys
surrounded by pigs like we back in des moines
you got no material, you trapped in a void
we takin your will, so we call you joyce
or nah helen keller, cause you lose your voice
bad meets evil we are em and da royce
you all be searchin, we leave you destroyed
we go locomotive, cause we the track boys

[verse 1: qübik]

prepare to be fascinated
hear my music you prolly think fascists made it
cause i’m superior to all of you rappers
lyin bout riches i’m rivalin cappers
i’m the billie goat so call me capricorn
you gettin too close, i’m gonna have to warn, you
about my innate abilities, we don’t mess with your bigotry
finna be sk!llfully k!llin the industry in its infancy
your music is brilliant? please!
you gotta be kiddin me
my mark will live forever like infinity
but i’m not bout that warfare
although i’m the beast from beyond your pinnacle
motives are cynical when i’m done with you
you gonna need some clinical therapy
you better tread carefully, i’ll tear you apart barbarically
i’m searchin for clarity, but i got no results
like i looked up your merits, you about to perish
but i’m like canned food. there ain’t nothin that i can’t do
forget the candle, i’m like a menorah
my lines are evil, more so than pandora
pass it to hebs, he takin the mic
but it ain’t pg gettin demonetized

[verse 2: hebs]

i’m writing this joint, like tarantino
i screenwrite and i rap like childish gambino
we hit the casino just like we in reno
nevada las vegas you hate us we love it
we made it
we never gonna fade out
we never gon give in
we never gon give up
you say you get girls but they are just made up
i’m just bein straight up
we ain’t gonna wait up
i be directing movies
playing cod im bouta hit a two piece
go to the dealer could i get a coupe please?
go to the store could i get some gucci?
you wish you knew me
drop a nuke on this beat talkin world war 3
you could never beat me
come and try you’ll see
i cannot be topped
i will never be stopped
gonna need a fireman
for the bars that i dropped

[chorus: hebs]

aye y’all, we the track boys
surrounded by pigs like we back in des moines
you got no material, you trapped in a void
we takin your will, so we call you joyce
or nah helen keller, cause you lose your voice
bad meets evil we are em and da royce
you all be searchin, we leave you destroyed
we go locomotive, cause we the track boys

[verse 3: hebs]

i’m back on the track
all of you rappers be fakin but i am just spitting the facts
spitting your lines with your rhymes without meanings
demeaning man you are just making me laugh
im clowning on you
man what will you do
(oh you’re acting rude!)
i’m sorry i care
you just stop and stare when i rap
but these rappers be boring as the tortoise vs. the hare
oh, yuh!
now i’m going off
i’m popping off sp#wn because now ive been drawn
im drawn to these raps, im spitting til dawn
now listen to me, they’ll all make you yawn
oh yuh!
except for my guy
my boy q is the greatest rapper alive
hey yo my man qubik, here’s the baton
now run with it bro, your boy hebs is gone

[verse 4: qübik]

we cook up this song just like hansel and gretel
we never gon settle for anything less than a golden medal
sample ink blot for this instrumental
we twistin up words like a pretzel
it’s time to put the pedal to the metal like i’m ridin in a rental psych!
sneak in ya house, k!llin you in the middle of the night time
you got a nightlight? what a sad time
it must be for you right now, you gettin high clown?
i got high doubts
i don’t get the girls wet, they only be white clouds
you use the nword, but you ain’t even light brown
come on bro, put the godd#mn mic down
“revive me, bro! i got the raygun!”
you better eject like david mason
gonna k!ll you all like my name is jason
you not on the same level as qübik
you be jamaican bad music, you not haitian
i’m less like the moon, and more like ason
adhd, you keep on pacin, you think i’m wack?
you best be trippin, better tie your laces
go back to the basics
i’m the best, there’s no debating
route 66, my lane i’m pavin
while your name is fadin, mine is engravin
we k!llin this like aaron her# man does not care
in this story i’m the narrator
we the fire and the aerator
we left this track in flames like thomas farynor, aye!

[chorus: qübik & hebs]

aye y’all, we the track boys
surrounded by pigs like we back in des moines
you got no material, you trapped in a void
we takin your will, so we call you joyce
or nah helen keller, cause you lose your voice
bad meets evil we are em and da royce
you all be searchin, we leave you destroyed
we go locomotive, cause we the track boys



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