Lyrics

?Yes? By Steven ?Q-Beatz? Kubie

VERSE 1:

It?s your boy Q-Beatz I be
grander than theft,
spittin rapid fire better your
mens in a vest,
who else wanna step ?cuz I?ma
cancel them next,
critical lyrical content ?bout to
slam in your chest.
Oooh! All these rappers out here
swear they the best,
they all know they style?s wack so why
cant they confess?
Oh snap! Damn they a mess,
they all panicking because
this playa?s fresh, yes.
Test me, don?t be tryin? it
flyin? it like a pilot,
for you boys its time to quit,
clean up on isle 6,
chew you up and spit you out like
seeds from fruits and vegetables,
step to me with animosity
you?ll lose your testicles,
you couldn?t see me even
if you bought new spectacles,
I?m ?bout to split your ass
like Nick and Jessica,
I make these girls bounce they
ass while you be bouncing checks,
you?re gonna have to wait your turn cuz
Steven Kubie?s town is next.

HOOK1: x2

you don?t want none-none (yes!)
You better run-run (yes!)
I?m not ya chum-chum (yes!)
cuz you a dum-dum (yes!)
this aint for fun-fun (yes!)
beat you like drum-drum (yes!)
I'm not ya chum-chum (yes!)
cuz you a dumb-dumb (yes!)

VERSE 2:

I?m high quality,
you?re low fidelity,
?Q-Beatz please give it to me?
that?s what your ho been telling me,
even though i?m a producer these people keep
trying though to sell me beats,
sit your ass down, stop
cryin, choke on deli meat,
too hot for the block
so I chose to melt the street,
ooh ahh never stop,
told you so, they felt the heat
cuz I got the crowd sweatin,
and I be putting it down, setting
the whole place on fire with the lyrics
that are comin out of my mouth, betting
that you never heard
anything like this before,
I be kicking down these doors
with ferocious rhymes galore,
don?t be askin me why your whole
faculty be actin weak,
I took over your spot anyway so
actually you don?t have to speak,
stop actin all
square like you were pixilated,
you don?t got squat but yall
swearin that yall bitches made it,
death sentences is relevant
for the people that owe me cash,
gimme my four hundred dollars boy
before I smoke your phony ass.

HOOK2: x2

VERSE3:

I?m bout to chomp you like the
chips with spicy barbeque.
Try to bite my flow?
Hmmm?that might be hard to do!
Because if you do you
will sound slight retarded, dude,
I can?t be duplicated
like the shiny stars and moon,
now I got ya terrified, go
climb a tree like little squirrels,
the way you screaming kinda
reminding me of little girls,
red dot scopin the back of your
head, right on your pack of franks,
bout to jack your chain, kickin like
Jackie Chan, sell it, stack some change
stop actin and causing
drama like a thespian,
shut your mouth and keep
walkin like pedestrians,
cuz i?m bout to hurt you, way
more than your next bee sting,
surely, I keep it more dirty
than pornos with lesbians,
spittin sick infections and
viruses like the flesh eating disease,
they gonna have to shut
down the whole gymnasium,
you a scaredy scaredy cat,
so that is why ya legs begin to shake.
What!

HOOK3: x4