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im that boi qckidd straight out of crunkville usa, im a writter, not a biter 4 no nigga any day, anyway im a rhymer and a poet, and if u‘d read my page deeper u‘d know it, my pride ill let me show it, throw it, even analyze it, i upgraded to QC CS2 just to enterprise, i dont even desguise it i jus let go, let it flow like a stack when tha rubberband dont stretch no mo, i neva get caught up in the wind cus im shootin da breeze, im high off life, what i need wit a couple trees, roots or even tha paper, my minds in its own city, and my shoes rest on the sky scrapper, n i keep bars like a castin fact-O-ry, act-U-ally my bars cast down similar to a rockslide, wear a hard hat or dat melon may slide to tha side, so this is tha entrance dont 4 get 2 leave ya problems at tha door, ill either take u 2 war or take u on a tour, its ok 2 walk in2 tha light leave ya body on the walk way, rise to a station where u may begin to open ur mind to what i might or might not say
Death Controls U
assimilated poetry mixed with anticipated murder,
tha gun shots go off but all that is seen is tha track u hear of,
dats cuz i spit it like smoke rising from tha flames,
so smooth, and so slick that u forget about tha pain,
forget about tha reign, tha movement is here,
qckidds emancipation is gonna push music 2 tears,
ive tackled all my fears n now i give u my nightmares,
waking up a ghost writter, writing as a ghost on my stairs,
u cant deny me me cuz its me that u cant see,
but when i appear as a blur its all eyes o me,
if u dont know fear all me 2 introduce you,
i put you on tha wire tha kanye spit it through,
n il still get it poppin like we were face 2 face,
but tha face is off, u dare caugh, n ya heart beat is erased,
so much agony n pain that u fear bein awake,
thats why u tremble in ya sleep while u shiver n shake,
im like a track star when i pursue my foes,
im tha nightmare on elm street here 2 snatch u by tha toes,
i cant be killed cuz my words live til u die,
in ur dream ull drown in tha river as justin timberlake cried,
im so fluid wit scheme of things i cause halloween h2o,
christmas notrogen, and helium in2 tha new year 2 pass it slow,
sick does describe me, it doesnt make sense,
but 100 pennies make a dollar, n may dollars feel tense,
look in2 my eyes n u can c tha end is near,
cuz i know ya blood rushes adrinaline, but ya heart pumps fear,
ive been dismantled at tha head so i think wit my hands,
thats why i tighten up when i apply my b-ball bands,
tha last dragon is what i posses il catch a shell in my teeth,
n put tha slug wit tha drugs n bury em underneath,
like bruce leeroy, qc is tha he-boy,
i got an alligator shoe game but tha tims is a decoy,
c boi im tha true definition of a soldier,
inject me like nyquil n i will remove ya shoulder,
harder den a boulder, but stronger den jason,
tha machette is already in my hands no matter which way u facin,
il midevil time ya head n leave ya head rollin like a ball,
fear is who its runnin from cuz death controlls ya'll
Drop
I seen tha point of attack n jumped at tha chance,
dont hate me, hat whoeva made yo pants,
it seems like i got alot jocin my style,
but thats impossible seein as im tha posta child,
hell i make tha posters, im tha designin designer,
im stickier den syrup but europe is finer,
im more visable den eye linner, dat how ive always been,
so if u wanna hate me den hate me, i got alot mo friends,
i live wit insomnia, fuck sleep,
dats why i move like TLC, i dont wald i creep,
suck blood from ya vains like a leech, or maybe blackula,
this history month yall gone b history like tha tabula,
thats latin 4 tablet, but my battles is uncited,
my bars n my pace got 1 thing in common, they all united,
cuz i fly like an airplane over tha states as it is,
im taxin tha flow like dependents, n i aint got no kids,
il keep u on tha edge of ya seat like u waitin 4 ya w-2's,
not 2 brag but i stay fly from tha fitted 2 da shoes,
thats why i dont loose, i got tha rick james swagger,
if this was wall-mart, id b spendin n u would b my bagger,
i roll back tha flow like dat cowboy smiley face,
den i throw back tha pen n pad 2 give u a real taste,
cuz spit acid like a full grown python,
diddy told u we dont run sprints, we run tha marathon,
not 2 dis sprint, but ive cingular-ly pressed tha pad,
den i fliped tha phone like i started tha fad,
my flow, 2 words, high octane,
i breeched it slow, to numb ya membranes like novacanne,
i got u hooked like pepperment snots,
i got this spot locked, but luda got tha number 1 spot,
n dats cool but i steal 1 and a half,
cuz as soon as hit tha top il release therapy on my wrath,
this flow is tha new medicine to cure tha migrane,
drop a beat on a line, den tha whole thing is insane,
neva been tha type 2 slow down or shut up,
but if i pull it slow, den u betta shut up n duck,
cuz dem rounds knock out fighters, monsters, n giants,
im like tha playoffs in NYC, after 1st round they all remain silent.