Lyrics

?Push? By Steven ?Q-Beatz? Kubie

HOOK1: x1

The script?s about to flip flop,
your watch stopped its tick tock,
you think you so slick but really
you'se about to get knocked.
Get back, before I push ya back,
Get, get back, ?fore I, ?fore I push ya back.
I think you should be leaving now,
get out, this Q-Beatz?s town,
better run away if you do
not want to get beaten down.
Get back, before I push ya back,
Get, get back, ?fore I, ?fore I push ya back.

VERSE1:

I?m fresher than some dope kicks,
better give up, forfeit,
taking over ?06,
yes fo' sho i?m so slick
test me bro i'm so sick,
yep, way mo than those kids,
I?m hotter than roasted turkey,
yo i?m toasted,
way too cold for snow mitts,
glaciers over oceans,
you hate me cuz your boat flipped and
have to go for broke, bitch,
Can?t believe I wrote this
on a note that?s Post It,
while they drank, sip, and smoke shit,
I make sure my flows hit,
make you hit the floor quick,
im'a go on a road trip
while you pick nose and throw fits,
I dare you to go and clone this,
I don?t care if you hoes can dome spit,
I?m the king so where?s my throne, trick?
wackness is what I don?t listen to,
no I don?t think
you got what it takes, so bitch
get out of my face, go bitch,
you do not know what the score is,
you?re a loser cuz I chose to win,
Q-Beatz bout to open
cans of whoop ass on them boys
with my lyrical potions,
you cant be fixed, you?re too broken

HOOK2: x1

VERSE2:

You busters remind me of a dirty room
its time to clean the clutter,
Steven ?Q-Beatz? Kubie smoking
emcees like a cheeba puffer,
slicing up the competition
without using pizza cutters,
I spit quick deliveries in a
jiffy like peanut butter,
snatch your girl and go up
in her, call me beaver stuffer,
missed her mouth so Steven?s leavin
semen in the sheets and covers,
dangerous like a tropical storm
so I think you?ll need them shutters,
for a record deal I?m getting so desperate
that ill be making Eva stutter,
just ask Steven?s mother.
I be so hot I be scorching the sun,
the flows I got faster than formula one,
even faster than a Porsche on the run.
Its your boy Q-Beatz, of course i?m the one to
dice emcees like cheese and fruit bits,
all you guys need now is for
you to have a mini toothpick stuck in your head,
buster you dead but they didn?t see me do it,
my mind is filled with infinite rhymes like
chocolates filled with creamy nougats,
you?ll never take my spot,
you?ll never beat me to it,
you can?t get nowhere
because all your cd?s bullshit.

HOOK3: x1



VERSE3:

If you talk shit im?a knock ya teeth,
now you on the ground, eye level to my boxer briefs,
you saying you keeping it real but talk is cheap,
you aint flossing g, not even oftenly, you?re broken,
something like a mothafuckin faucet leak,
I?m on the street, if we aint cool don?t talk to me,
honestly you probably gotta be
foolish for trying to stop this heat,
I be cooking like macaroni,
your ass is rotten like black bologna,
something aint Kosher like pepperoni,
I think someone?s trying to attack my homies,
If that?s true im?a slap them phonies,
your life wont be sweet like Zack and Cody?s,
hit ?em again, hit ?em again, hit ?em again,
now he be looking like Casper. Don?t he?

BRIDGE: x2

Oh no you better
watch your back because
Q-Beatz is about
to attack you fools
Get back,
what ya wanna do about it?
Get back,
what ya wanna?

HOOK4: x1