Q Strange Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 2

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:17

Kill Somebody

When I get stressed and shit
Yo I know you get stressed to
We all got stress
And all they're trying to tell you is meditation
and relaxing and all that shit
**** that man, that shit don't work
There's one thing that you can do
It's gonna be a peach But you gotta listen to me

You just...
You just...
You just...
You just...

Kill Kill Kill Somebody
Kill Kill Kill Somebody
Kill Kill Kill Somebody
(Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it)
Kill Kill Kill Kill

Kill Kill Kill Somebody
Kill Kill Kill Somebody
Kill Kill Kill Somebody
(Just Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it)
Kill Kill Kill Kill

Just kill your mother, that ain't cause your woman clean
'Shut the **** up bitch' and you stab her with a spleen
Kill your father that drunk and ****ing waste a life
Wait till he's sleeping and give his ****ing troath a slice
Just kill your teacher right in the ****ing classroom
Drag his bloody body inside the school bathroom
Right between the classes when the halls are packed
So all the nerds who go to school that are like 'What the **** was that?Kill your best friend when he's hanging at your house chilling
'Nah man that's my homey' 'Man **** it - just kill himTake a sinder arc and smash it over his head
And beat his bloody open skull till you know he's ****ing dead
Hide the body in the closet till it starts to stink
Chop him up with a paster and dispose him in a sink
Cause I know the way you think and it's just like you
You wanna kill everybody see I'm just like you
So in the middle of the night, sneak out your crib
Break into the neighbours and don't the wake the kids
And pour gasoline all over the house
Light a match throw that shit in and burn the whole joint down
Just kill people, old people, young people, black people white people
Don't discriminate We're all equal
I know nobody understands you and they think you're strange
So take it from me that's my last name

Go ahead and stab him, get a gun and blast him
Break a pipe and crack him, randomly attack him
Get creative with em' torture when you kill emMake them scream your name within in vein make him a victim
Split him wide open and take them organs and guts
Throw them at people in the street like What
**** So many people to kill So little time
Murder, kill, rape, rob, steal, commit crime
Go to school tomorrow try to top columbine
In a trench coat with an Uzi killing kids without a time
Kill the whole world till it's just you left
And stab your head with a pen till you kill your ****ing self
I'm ill, I'm Q and I'm Prozac and Peckville
Take Jones wand it might as well be sugarpills
Cause it does nothing for me man I still wanna kill
I'm not gonna sop till my heart gets spilled
So what the **** you waiting for, just go ahead and do it
Don't stop till your covered in blood and body fluids
HaHaHaHaHahahahahahahahahaha
Do it you chıckenshıt .. ****

Kill
Yeah what the **** your waiting for
What are you a little bitch?
Just do it
(Take a deep breeath, grab your knife and just do it)
Don't talk the shit, do the shit
Little bitch
Shit
Cause if you was shit you don't just ****ing kill somebody man
He's right Just ****ing do it
(Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it)

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:18

Murder Kill '03

Brand New For 2003
That Murderous Shit

Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill
I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill

I'm a basket case, I'm sure your path is demented
All this anger inside needs to be vented
Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face
Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place
A nutcase wit a taste for torture
A bloody butcher knife is in my hand ready to slaughter
I oughta get treatment for my sick mind
I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said I'm fine
But I'm about to watch you suffer kid
Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids
Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks
In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat
And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck
Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin' for death yes
When I write lyrics I don't need a pen or a pad
I just grab a knife and start to stab
And on my wall in drippin' blood I write my rhymes
I got eyeballs hangin' on my porch like wind chimes
And if you think that's sick, just open my fridge
I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs
In my trash bin I fill to the rims
With bloody guts, what the ****, life is pretty grim
Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch
I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack
And that's a fact, I got the innovation that you lack
A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin' happy raps
But if it's sinister then that's a different story
**** keep it real man, I'd rather keep it real gory

Don't try to understand the sick talk
I'm runnin' down the street with dead babies on a pitchfork
A bitch talk I don't hesitate to stab her
Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala
Then I take her out, I drag her in the house
The funs about to begin I take my tools out
Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy
Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy
I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar
Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and a heart
I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take
It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break
This is great and the fun is just startinI rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland
Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight
Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight
Now who's that sleepin' in my bed
It's a dead body wit no head
Skin is turning gray, starting to decay
Smellin' really bad, but I like it that way
Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her
First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her
Click on the TV before I go to sleep
The news says two kids have been missing for weeks
If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek
And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak
I'm unique and I'm sick abstract in the thoughts in my head
I'm crazy I wanna see you dead, wanna

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:20

Nothing

All of my life ever since the beginning
I wanted to fit in I tried but I didnt
I went in, I'm losin they call me a loser
A loner, a stoner, drug user, abuser
A burn out, it turns out I just aint the same
As these kids at my school, they so cool, I'm so lame
Called names, and they tease me
I wish they'd just leave alone but they dont and its so rough to be me
Turn on the TV and all that I see
Video's flashin that image at me
Ya gotta be pretty, with money and perfect
I'm poor and I'm ugly, my life just aint worth it
I'm certainly destined to be a nobody
No money, no nothin, no woman just **** it
Naw hold up a second I got an idea
Got nothin to lose I got nothin to fear
I could let my life fade away like nothin
Or I could go out big and be known for somethinStay up all night and I plot and I plan
Try not to wake up my sleepin' old man
Sneak and I creep in his room while he's sleepinOpen the closet I see it I got it
I'm grabbin' his gun and then some ammunition
I bet they'll be wishin' that they stopped the dissinGet up in the mornin' I'm loadin' the gun
It'll be fun to watch them kids run
Walk in the school and I'm shakin' and tremblinI'm gettin' upset man I'd better forget it

"Hey nice sneakers, where'd ya get them in the garbage?"
"yeah whatever man"
"Shut up loser"

Naw **** that, thats it, it's enough of this screaminIts time to get even and I won't be defeated
I seated in class waitin for the bell
When it rings Ima go up and blast off these shells
Look at these kids with they clothes and they cars
And they fathers who let them live like movie stars
Wit they sneakers that cost more than pops makes in two weeks
I truley can't wait to go and start the shooting
My teacher **** 'em, don't like him a bit
He said I would grow up not amount to shit
And maybe he's right but that shit is still ****ed up
While these kids are mad rich, and bitches are stuck up
Tony, the captain of the football team
Can't wait to see him start runnin' and screaminBritney his girl from the chearleading squad
Ima blast and I'll piss on her bloody pom poms
Minutes are ticking and ticking away
Come on bell ring man I aint got all day
Screw it I walk to the front of the class
As the students and staff just look at me and laugh
I grab the gun and I just take it out
They see me and duck, some run and shout
Cockin the glock and I start to just squeeze it
Then somethin happened I couldn't believe it
I just couldn't do it, I'm watchin'em scatter
Standin' here frozen as if it don't matter
Want to, and I just wanna buck
But ****, I cant even do it I'm stuck
I'm truly a nothing a loser it's true
I can't even do what I wanted to do
I planned all for nothin' I can't take'em out
I pointed the barrel right into my mouth...

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:21

Origin of Creation

See back in the 1970's it was like

I was a fetus in a jar, conceived in a lab
Raised by scientists, no mom or dad
I was the the first human clone
All throughout of my life I was all alone
Living in a room similar to a jail cell
And a government lab and it was real hell
Located deep in the South Pole
So even if I could escape, there was nowhere to go
Throughout my childhood I received no love
Just experiments from men in lab coats and rubber gloves
Sticking me and bricking me, testing my piss
I wasn't a child, just a new experiment
No exposure to the outside world
No toys, no books, no other boys and girls
I was a human guinneapig like a lab rat
Even an animal don't deserve that
The project would have been finished when I was twenty one
I was to be killed, but they had no more funds
So they had to bring me to the states
Put me on the jet and placed me in the straits
The jet took off man, I was scared as shit
I looked at the world and I thought "This is it"
This is were I wanna be, running free trough out the meadows and the trees
Because I hate the human race, they're so ****ing cruel
They created me but I wish they hadn't do it
The jet was shaking, whoa we're going down
Its outta control, we're plummeting to the ground
We're losing altitude and we're going down fast
I jumped into my seat and then the plane crashed
I was okay except for a few bruises
Everyone else dead, good ****ing losers
But now my dream has come true and I'm free
To take out all my aggression on humanity
And I will make them pay, for being so inhuman
And then they wonder why I'm so ****ing insane

You should have killed me when you had the chance you cruel heartless pricks
Cause now... I'ma take out all this anger and aggression on every human being I see
In any abstract, sick, twisted way I see fit
Hahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahaha

That's my story boys and girls...

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:22

Sinphony of Sick

Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givinDidn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin Sick in the head when I'm sinnin' Illin infectin' I'm stickinMy knife in you and I'm grinnin' sittin' and thinkin' of quitinBut I continue my mission listen to voices here within
Sayin' its just the beginning don't know what's really pretendinIt's hard to decide when the mind is divided and hided
From the reality battling the evilness inside of me
My mind is it dieing, I'm crying I'm trying not to lose it
Confusing abusing I'm bruising your skull until its oozing
I'm choosin' my weapon I'm gettin' I'm settinI'm lettin' aggression set into my nerve endings
Awww, can't take the pain no more
Stain the floor with blood guts and crazy gore
Waiting for the day god repays me for
All the sinful things I did that he hates me for (Uh)

This disease has me blinded and I can't see the light
Live in darkness while my sanity continues to fight
With little bit I have left I use it to blend
With this ****ed up society that lied to me again
I have a hatred for the world I cant describe
I've strive to stay alive but it's hard to survive
Darken my eyes, from all the insomnia I suffer
Cant sleep for weeks and it keeps gettin' tougher
The more I don't rest the more I'm gettin' depressed
And obsessed with the sight of another persons death
I regret what I did when it's just too late
I even ate human steaks and eyeballs like grapes
It's a big mistake, but the mind knows know boundaries
It's been years and still the police never found me
Astounding with technology and forensics
And experts and people who have these sixth senses
I guess its depression that I have Gods blessing
If he wanted me to stop I would've seen some detectives
Decrepit, Decayed, Morbid my brain
It's all them things and it's rotting away
And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing
Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the beginning
I like to cut em open and see what makes them tick
And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick

My sinphony, conjures up images of misery
Picture thee crime scene photos of the grisly
Ax I portray on a day to day
I came to say, I won't stop till this pains away
My brains decay, and eating at my thoughts I can feel it
There's a rat inside my head nawing at my spirit
I can hear it, chewing on my cerebral cortex
Crawling its way tryin' to escape outta my forehead
Your all dead, zombies try to walk among the living
As I'm sitting there's a choir in my mind and it's singing
An orchestra of madness, sinphony of sickness
Philharmonic illness, Nirvana when I feel this
Melodic and I feel bliss, Schizophrenic realness
I'm unstoppable horrible and I'm fearless
My lyrics are a cry for help cant you hear this
I'm a danger to society and I'm careless
A tickin' time bomb just waitin' to detonate
So get it straight, I don't rap about my jewelry and escalade
I'm swept away by the evil that some how got into me
Years from now you'll see its prophetic in my sinphony

Don't know what got into me
I just show how it could be
Why am I so sick, you see
In the meanest Sinphony...

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:24

Still Driftin

Still driftin', this time I'm in a stolen Lincoln
Remains in the backseat inside stinkinI'm thinkin', gotta go find me a sink and
Clean up, I'm beat up, I'm covered in blood
It ain't easy, blood on my hands makes the steering wheel greasy
Dead bodies vomit gas and fecies
It's nasty, aw shit a cop just passed me
Better get rid of this shit, real fast G
Pull over to the side just abandon the ride
Wait until they find the surprise I left inside
I'm a hunter, searching for my prey I'm on the highway
Meanwhile these kids are just cruisin' on a Friday
Not a care in the world, but it ain't what it seems
See me covered in blood wit a cold stare in the high beams
Lost control, smashed into the divider
Killed three mo and yo I didn't even try ta

I ain't stopped yo I'm still driftinState to state still tryin' to kill victims
Thought I was dead, naw I'm still livinStill wicked and yeah I'm still killin

An elderly couple at a red light, late at night
Ain't no cars and nobody in sight
I pull out my knife, I run up I open the rear door
Hop in, two quick slices and they're gone
Real quick, slice the neck then I jet
Out the opposite door, now I'm off to the next
Walkin' through the darkness covered in stains
I got scared, I heard this bum like "hey got any spare change?"
Some homeless crackhead lookin' for some rocks
Wit a shoppin' cart livin' out a cardboard box
Punched his rat face, and I wouldn't stop beatinWatchin' him swell up, his head was mad bleedinStomped on his chest crushed his lungs and his ribs
Beat him to death don't need no weapons for this
A witness, a prostitute seen the whole shit
I seen her walkin' up, yeah ya better go bitch
I chased her, caught her, yo, ya dead hoe
How the **** you think you gonna run in stilettos
Rip her pointy ass shoes right off her feet
Stuck the heel in her neck till that bitch couldn't breathe

Real late at night I still ain't done killinSeeing a man deliverin' some kung pow chicken
He's comin' my way on his bike
I stuck out my arm, I clothes lined him, be careful at night
He's on the ground covered in chow main and duck sauce
Cut his face the **** off, killed him and he got tossed
Into an alley where I cut him and I gut him
Took the splattered remains and then I ****in' stuck'em
Into the little take out carton
I mixed it wit some noodles and the shit stinks its rotten
Looked at the paper I went to the address
Knocked on the door, "Jade Dragon Express"
Open the door it was this dude, he gave me the loot
I watched through his window as he ate his food, eww
He kinda looked at it weird
Then he had some pieces of lung stuck to his beard
While he went to go vomit I went in his house
Kneeled down as I crouched behind the couch
He's sick, he came back but before he could sit
I popped up with a grip on a holder from a candlestick
Smash his face with the base
Beat his skull till it opened
Little pieces of bone kid
Left on the floor then I chilled in his house
Finished up the rest of the Asian take out...

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:25

Stone Kold Killa

I'm a make a club track 'cuz the people love that
Naw **** that, I'm a keep it all where my loves at
I step up in the club, even Puff starts ta jump
Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper
On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill
At the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills
In the VIP where they poppin' that Cris
Wit my fists around the magnum I crack 'em, I slap 'em
Bouncers runnin' up lookin' bigger than Chewbacca
Sprayin' me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca
Punchin' people out wit brass knuckles on each fist
Throw em down a club, watch 'em cook like a deep dish
And peep this why dem kids sellin' them rolls
Take all they loot, and extort they hoes
When I'm up in the club man I just don't play
Even Ludacris said move get out the way

Stone Kold Killa
Stone Kold Killa
I don't give a
Mother**** about anyone

Kickin' in doors, yellin' get on the floor
Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more
Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger
All because I'm just a ruthless mother****er
You so funny man I'll do it for cheap
Naw I'll do it for free I just need some fresh meat
I got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten
Sometimes I take'em out when I wanna make out
I abduct young hoes, tie'em up in the woods
Or sometimes I let 'em run cuz it's even more fun
Gotta gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippinI got more creative type ways of kold killin
I'm lost in my demented thoughts and
I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin
I'm forcing my way into the game
Kickin' much ass and takin' names
You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange, Ima

I took Freddy's glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it
Took Jason's machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it
Took Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall
I let my little boy play wit that chucky doll
Even Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged
I'm the next Bundy I ain't talkin' bout Bud
I love what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppinI'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead
I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever
A Stone Kold Killa and I'm just too clever
Ain't got the cheddar but I got somethin' better
The fact that you can't **** with me naw never
Sever limbs from torsos, head from necks
I'm foaming out the mouth barkin' at DMX

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:27

Strangeland

Welcome to Strangeland come on down
Once you in my world man you can't get out
Murderous shit with an iLLified sound
Emerging out of the underground

Come into my world kid, welcome to Strangeland
Welcome to the mainland yeah this is the same man
That told the kids to kill somebody back a year ago
Here we go, thought I was going to quit that be a miracle
Serial Kill wit a bitta illa attitude
Show some gratitude, you don't want me gettin' mad at you
Had a few people say my music was a joke
The industry was clownin' me and I ain't losin' hope yo
They say the kind of rap I'm spittin' is a waste of talent
Quit the wicked shit and try to have more of a balance
Man **** you I wont change it's my land it's quite strange
I won't conform the victim and hope I do the right thing
It's my world, I ain't in this for the profit
If I succeed it'll be on my own or my shit
On my terms, wit my styles, wit my rhymes, it's my way
**** Fred Durst I'll throw his ass on the highway
In heavy traffic sociopathic bastard
Leavin people battered in caskets yeah that's it fantastic
That's how we be doin' things down in Strangeland
Where whack emcee's gettin' more props than a stagehand

I be gettin' slept on like a futon
Whack cats makin bread and I ain't even makin' croutons
You couldn't save yourself even if you had a coupon
Now relish when I catch your best
Name me the great pupon
Through the Bentley window to the window of a hearse
What could be worse than strange place and a curse?
I'm the first at burst the way you horror kids disperse
To hop onto the latest trend I'll still rip a verse
Of these abstract, abstruse, abnormal rhymes
I'm simpleising your mind, and I will rein sublime
It's subliminal you can't replicate the original
I replenish return and my reply is reprehensible
It's unquestionable that my intellect's intact
You wanna integrate with my crew, too bad you whack
You profess to be proficient the prognosis of horrific
You pretend to make a profit off of insufficient lyrics
I wont hear it, you can copy me and try to make a mockery
Of sloppy D none a yall cats are stoppin' me
The Strange is one step in the emcee cipher
This is Strangeland my name ain't D. Sneider
The strange the lyricist emerging out the abyss
No radio hits, just sick shit like this
**** ya platinum only plaque I got is on my teeth
Lyrics so strange they confuse Kool Keith
Strange, like unexplained, unsolved mysteries
Graphic, violent, oozing with misery
(Is it me or is this emcee sound strange)
I'm on stage, covered in stains, wearin timberlands and Hanes
****ed up deranged mad tapped in the brain
Take ya name, add the lame infesting with shame
Bring it to the battle when its time to throw down
You couldn't make the band even if your name was O town
Lets go now, there's no hope for you to even tryin' this
I wouldn't know defeat even if I'm a podiatrist
Mad scientist in the lab hopin' that you die and shit
But not before you all stop buyin' this

Your in my world now
Welcome to Strangeland
Once you come in you never come out

This is my world
This is my house
This is my land
Think this is gonna stop? Hell No
Comin' back with that new shit
Infesting your ****ing brain like a ****ing maggot
Welcome to Strangeland...

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:29

That Dream

Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror
Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era
Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow
I used to go by the name of emcee Snow
The music was a way to escape my pain
In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane
As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft
Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap
My voice soundin' funny I was end the midst of puberty
And this whole hip hoppin' rap shit was new to me
1990 made a demo age of 15
It was my dream to just bust on the scene
Flat top fade, with the lines and designs
Rockin' hammer pants was the style at the time
Kickin' my rhymes to anybody that would listen
My moms had my back and gave supportive criticism
1992 I started rollin' wit a crew
My name was Mist Jinx and my partner Doc Seuss
1993 bumpin' Tribe Called Quest
Playin' hooky downtown **** a history test
I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads
And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids
Rappin' over instrumental records on a cassette
We ain't had no equipment if we did we'd be set
'94 was the year moms passed on
Bouncin' place to place just tryin' to find a home
I Hooked up with JayD and Mo Duce and Nine 5
3rd floor productions man we dropped comin' live

No matter what as the years went on
I couldn't stop just writing these songs
When nothin' went right and everything went wrong
Used the music to just keep on
Never gonna stop no I must succeed
Never gonna happen if I don't believe
I got goals that I gotta achieve
And until I do I'll never lose that dream

3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals
Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual
Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted
But 1997 though I guess we just had it
All lost touch and Mo just passed too
JayD is still reppen with the Birthright Crew
And around this time I felt I needed a change
I need to somethin' different wit a whole new name
It was extreme I admit, it was a bit different
Q Strange, murderous rap wit the sick shit
Did murder kill people couldn't believe
That that kid Mista Jinx just changed his whole steez
Did a couple of tracks and put it out on dubs
And the heavy metal freak show these kids'll love
In '98 I hooked up wit this kid name Hex
The crew L.U. Cipha was the group that he repped
He heard my tape man he was diggin' the shit
Told his kid Slowkill and his girl named Jill
The next thing I know they got that shit online
They had a web page, thought I'd hit the big time
Anyways '99 I put out Decayed Thoughts
Low budget style though shit I was poor
In the year 2g I dropped C to E
Now mad kids are bumpin' me coppin my CD
Get mail, cats overseas gimme props
Blow my mind every time, party never stops
Still just strivin', strugglin', in the game
Hopin' I can get some shit out and make a name
For myself, only way I'll ever get the wealth
Cruz this is all I do I thank yall for my help
Now it's 2003 mad shit done changed
I been married, separated, got a son that ?
But no matter what this music shit is still with me
And if rap is still 'round I'll be flowin' when I'm fifty
Underground, mainstream, wanna be on the scene
But for now I can close my eyes and just dream

Q Strange

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:30

Why I'm F'd Up

People wanna know why I'm so ****ed up
Could it be because of the way I grew up
I didn't have much and times were tough
And I deal with this pain as a grown adult

Grownin' up was rough even though I had love
I came up in an environment with violence and drugs
My mom was an addict I was too young to see this
I be playin' doctor with the hypodermic needles
She told me not to touch'em they were for her boyfriend's medicine
I guess his sickness was addiction like hers it was heroin
I'd see the bruises on her face she'd tell me that she fell
Innocence prevailed and I believed her fairy tales
Sometimes I hear him hit her and I'd hide under the covers
Listen to the terrifying screams from my motha
Vowing that one day I'd be big enough to beat him
And now I am I hope to god that I don't ever meet'em
My father bailed out when I still a little infant
I see'em now and then but didn't know him what's the difference
He was an alcoholic anyway or so they say
So I guess I didn't need him in my life anyway
My mom got clean and sober when that boyfriend shit was over
Just a matter of time before it came back and took over
Growin' up in the projects on food stamps and welfare
Kids crackin' on my sneakers never had a new pair
Mom did remarry though when I was thirteen
But it seems that her dream man turned out to be a dope fiend
Another one, shootin' up and gettin' ****ed up
And then yall wonder why I never been drunk or do drugs
And then in High school I ****ed up I didn't pay attention
**** detention and suspension, I ain't doin' this I'm jettinAt 16 my whole world came to a halt
I lost my mother to the devil and I felt it was my fault
She was all that I had, now I'm sittin' all alone
16 years old trying to make it on my own
Ain't never graduated cuz I didn't even bother
Man I coulda been somebody if I tried a little harder
Workin' full time for a minimum wage
Wishin' I was on stage it wasn't just a faze
Dreaming of being the next rap star sensation
I broke the hell out and took a permanent vacation
Depression hittin' harder yeah I even thought of suicide
Its do or die, and I ain't doin' shit so I don't even try and
Gettin' high is all the peeps around me seem to do
And I ain't goin' that route, so I always stay true
But now life is good I gotta wife that I love
And a son in my world and I ain't ****in' this up
So there you have it now ya know why I'm so ****ed up
And how a troubled child grows up a troubled adult
But now I gotta chance to do things right for my son
Keep him safe from these drugs and these thugs packin' guns
I'll make it in this world and I ain't going to go and quit
Channel all this negative into positive shit

Q Strange

Konu Bilgileri
	Konu Başlığı Q Strange Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )	Konudaki Cevap Sayısı 20
	Şuan Bu Konuyu Görüntüleyenler	Görüntülenme Sayısı 2350

14.08.08, 12:17	#11 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Kill Somebody Kill Somebody When I get stressed and shit Yo I know you get stressed to We all got stress And all they're trying to tell you is meditation and relaxing and all that shit ** that man, that shit don't work There's one thing that you can do It's gonna be a peach But you gotta listen to me You just... You just... You just... You just... Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody (Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody Kill Kill Kill Somebody (Just Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Kill Kill Kill Kill Just kill your mother, that ain't cause your woman clean 'Shut the up bitch' and you stab her with a spleen Kill your father that drunk and ing waste a life Wait till he's sleeping and give his ing troath a slice Just kill your teacher right in the ing classroom Drag his bloody body inside the school bathroom Right between the classes when the halls are packed So all the nerds who go to school that are like 'What the was that?Kill your best friend when he's hanging at your house chilling 'Nah man that's my homey' 'Man it - just kill himTake a sinder arc and smash it over his head And beat his bloody open skull till you know he's ing dead Hide the body in the closet till it starts to stink Chop him up with a paster and dispose him in a sink Cause I know the way you think and it's just like you You wanna kill everybody see I'm just like you So in the middle of the night, sneak out your crib Break into the neighbours and don't the wake the kids And pour gasoline all over the house Light a match throw that shit in and burn the whole joint down Just kill people, old people, young people, black people white people Don't discriminate We're all equal I know nobody understands you and they think you're strange So take it from me that's my last name Go ahead and stab him, get a gun and blast him Break a pipe and crack him, randomly attack him Get creative with em' torture when you kill emMake them scream your name within in vein make him a victim Split him wide open and take them organs and guts Throw them at people in the street like What So many people to kill So little time Murder, kill, rape, rob, steal, commit crime Go to school tomorrow try to top columbine In a trench coat with an Uzi killing kids without a time Kill the whole world till it's just you left And stab your head with a pen till you kill your ing self I'm ill, I'm Q and I'm Prozac and Peckville Take Jones wand it might as well be sugarpills Cause it does nothing for me man I still wanna kill I'm not gonna sop till my heart gets spilled So what the you waiting for, just go ahead and do it Don't stop till your covered in blood and body fluids HaHaHaHaHahahahahahahahahaha Do it you chıckenshıt .. Kill Yeah what the your waiting for What are you a little bitch? Just do it (Take a deep breeath, grab your knife and just do it) Don't talk the shit, do the shit Little bitch Shit Cause if you was shit you don't just ing kill somebody man He's right Just **ing do it (Take a deep breath, grab your knife and just do it) Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:18	#12 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Murder Kill '03 Murder Kill '03 Brand New For 2003 That Murderous Shit Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill I'm a basket case, I'm sure your path is demented All this anger inside needs to be vented Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture A bloody butcher knife is in my hand ready to slaughter I oughta get treatment for my sick mind I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said I'm fine But I'm about to watch you suffer kid Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin' for death yes When I write lyrics I don't need a pen or a pad I just grab a knife and start to stab And on my wall in drippin' blood I write my rhymes I got eyeballs hangin' on my porch like wind chimes And if you think that's sick, just open my fridge I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs In my trash bin I fill to the rims With bloody guts, what the **, life is pretty grim Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack And that's a fact, I got the innovation that you lack A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin' happy raps But if it's sinister then that's a different story ** keep it real man, I'd rather keep it real gory Don't try to understand the sick talk I'm runnin' down the street with dead babies on a pitchfork A bitch talk I don't hesitate to stab her Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala Then I take her out, I drag her in the house The funs about to begin I take my tools out Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and a heart I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break This is great and the fun is just startinI rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight Now who's that sleepin' in my bed It's a dead body wit no head Skin is turning gray, starting to decay Smellin' really bad, but I like it that way Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her Click on the TV before I go to sleep The news says two kids have been missing for weeks If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak I'm unique and I'm sick abstract in the thoughts in my head I'm crazy I wanna see you dead, wanna Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:20	#13 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Nothing Nothing All of my life ever since the beginning I wanted to fit in I tried but I didnt I went in, I'm losin they call me a loser A loner, a stoner, drug user, abuser A burn out, it turns out I just aint the same As these kids at my school, they so cool, I'm so lame Called names, and they tease me I wish they'd just leave alone but they dont and its so rough to be me Turn on the TV and all that I see Video's flashin that image at me Ya gotta be pretty, with money and perfect I'm poor and I'm ugly, my life just aint worth it I'm certainly destined to be a nobody No money, no nothin, no woman just ** it Naw hold up a second I got an idea Got nothin to lose I got nothin to fear I could let my life fade away like nothin Or I could go out big and be known for somethinStay up all night and I plot and I plan Try not to wake up my sleepin' old man Sneak and I creep in his room while he's sleepinOpen the closet I see it I got it I'm grabbin' his gun and then some ammunition I bet they'll be wishin' that they stopped the dissinGet up in the mornin' I'm loadin' the gun It'll be fun to watch them kids run Walk in the school and I'm shakin' and tremblinI'm gettin' upset man I'd better forget it "Hey nice sneakers, where'd ya get them in the garbage?" "yeah whatever man" "Shut up loser" Naw that, thats it, it's enough of this screaminIts time to get even and I won't be defeated I seated in class waitin for the bell When it rings Ima go up and blast off these shells Look at these kids with they clothes and they cars And they fathers who let them live like movie stars Wit they sneakers that cost more than pops makes in two weeks I truley can't wait to go and start the shooting My teacher 'em, don't like him a bit He said I would grow up not amount to shit And maybe he's right but that shit is still ed up While these kids are mad rich, and bitches are stuck up Tony, the captain of the football team Can't wait to see him start runnin' and screaminBritney his girl from the chearleading squad Ima blast and I'll piss on her bloody pom poms Minutes are ticking and ticking away Come on bell ring man I aint got all day Screw it I walk to the front of the class As the students and staff just look at me and laugh I grab the gun and I just take it out They see me and duck, some run and shout Cockin the glock and I start to just squeeze it Then somethin happened I couldn't believe it I just couldn't do it, I'm watchin'em scatter Standin' here frozen as if it don't matter Want to, and I just wanna buck But **, I cant even do it I'm stuck I'm truly a nothing a loser it's true I can't even do what I wanted to do I planned all for nothin' I can't take'em out I pointed the barrel right into my mouth... Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:21	#14 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Origin of Creation Origin of Creation See back in the 1970's it was like I was a fetus in a jar, conceived in a lab Raised by scientists, no mom or dad I was the the first human clone All throughout of my life I was all alone Living in a room similar to a jail cell And a government lab and it was real hell Located deep in the South Pole So even if I could escape, there was nowhere to go Throughout my childhood I received no love Just experiments from men in lab coats and rubber gloves Sticking me and bricking me, testing my piss I wasn't a child, just a new experiment No exposure to the outside world No toys, no books, no other boys and girls I was a human guinneapig like a lab rat Even an animal don't deserve that The project would have been finished when I was twenty one I was to be killed, but they had no more funds So they had to bring me to the states Put me on the jet and placed me in the straits The jet took off man, I was scared as shit I looked at the world and I thought "This is it" This is were I wanna be, running free trough out the meadows and the trees Because I hate the human race, they're so **ing cruel They created me but I wish they hadn't do it The jet was shaking, whoa we're going down Its outta control, we're plummeting to the ground We're losing altitude and we're going down fast I jumped into my seat and then the plane crashed I was okay except for a few bruises Everyone else dead, good ing losers But now my dream has come true and I'm free To take out all my aggression on humanity And I will make them pay, for being so inhuman And then they wonder why I'm so **ing insane You should have killed me when you had the chance you cruel heartless pricks Cause now... I'ma take out all this anger and aggression on every human being I see In any abstract, sick, twisted way I see fit Hahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahaha That's my story boys and girls... Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:22	#15 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Sinphony of Sick Sinphony of Sick Makin' precision incisions, with it this talent I'm givinDidn't know how to keep livin' so I just started the killin Sick in the head when I'm sinnin' Illin infectin' I'm stickinMy knife in you and I'm grinnin' sittin' and thinkin' of quitinBut I continue my mission listen to voices here within Sayin' its just the beginning don't know what's really pretendinIt's hard to decide when the mind is divided and hided From the reality battling the evilness inside of me My mind is it dieing, I'm crying I'm trying not to lose it Confusing abusing I'm bruising your skull until its oozing I'm choosin' my weapon I'm gettin' I'm settinI'm lettin' aggression set into my nerve endings Awww, can't take the pain no more Stain the floor with blood guts and crazy gore Waiting for the day god repays me for All the sinful things I did that he hates me for (Uh) This disease has me blinded and I can't see the light Live in darkness while my sanity continues to fight With little bit I have left I use it to blend With this ****ed up society that lied to me again I have a hatred for the world I cant describe I've strive to stay alive but it's hard to survive Darken my eyes, from all the insomnia I suffer Cant sleep for weeks and it keeps gettin' tougher The more I don't rest the more I'm gettin' depressed And obsessed with the sight of another persons death I regret what I did when it's just too late I even ate human steaks and eyeballs like grapes It's a big mistake, but the mind knows know boundaries It's been years and still the police never found me Astounding with technology and forensics And experts and people who have these sixth senses I guess its depression that I have Gods blessing If he wanted me to stop I would've seen some detectives Decrepit, Decayed, Morbid my brain It's all them things and it's rotting away And starting today, I'm gonna try and stop all the killing Aw, whom I kiddin'? It's only the beginning I like to cut em open and see what makes them tick And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick My sinphony, conjures up images of misery Picture thee crime scene photos of the grisly Ax I portray on a day to day I came to say, I won't stop till this pains away My brains decay, and eating at my thoughts I can feel it There's a rat inside my head nawing at my spirit I can hear it, chewing on my cerebral cortex Crawling its way tryin' to escape outta my forehead Your all dead, zombies try to walk among the living As I'm sitting there's a choir in my mind and it's singing An orchestra of madness, sinphony of sickness Philharmonic illness, Nirvana when I feel this Melodic and I feel bliss, Schizophrenic realness I'm unstoppable horrible and I'm fearless My lyrics are a cry for help cant you hear this I'm a danger to society and I'm careless A tickin' time bomb just waitin' to detonate So get it straight, I don't rap about my jewelry and escalade I'm swept away by the evil that some how got into me Years from now you'll see its prophetic in my sinphony Don't know what got into me I just show how it could be Why am I so sick, you see In the meanest Sinphony... Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:24	#16 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Still Driftin Still Driftin Still driftin', this time I'm in a stolen Lincoln Remains in the backseat inside stinkinI'm thinkin', gotta go find me a sink and Clean up, I'm beat up, I'm covered in blood It ain't easy, blood on my hands makes the steering wheel greasy Dead bodies vomit gas and fecies It's nasty, aw shit a cop just passed me Better get rid of this shit, real fast G Pull over to the side just abandon the ride Wait until they find the surprise I left inside I'm a hunter, searching for my prey I'm on the highway Meanwhile these kids are just cruisin' on a Friday Not a care in the world, but it ain't what it seems See me covered in blood wit a cold stare in the high beams Lost control, smashed into the divider Killed three mo and yo I didn't even try ta I ain't stopped yo I'm still driftinState to state still tryin' to kill victims Thought I was dead, naw I'm still livinStill wicked and yeah I'm still killin An elderly couple at a red light, late at night Ain't no cars and nobody in sight I pull out my knife, I run up I open the rear door Hop in, two quick slices and they're gone Real quick, slice the neck then I jet Out the opposite door, now I'm off to the next Walkin' through the darkness covered in stains I got scared, I heard this bum like "hey got any spare change?" Some homeless crackhead lookin' for some rocks Wit a shoppin' cart livin' out a cardboard box Punched his rat face, and I wouldn't stop beatinWatchin' him swell up, his head was mad bleedinStomped on his chest crushed his lungs and his ribs Beat him to death don't need no weapons for this A witness, a prostitute seen the whole shit I seen her walkin' up, yeah ya better go bitch I chased her, caught her, yo, ya dead hoe How the ** you think you gonna run in stilettos Rip her pointy ass shoes right off her feet Stuck the heel in her neck till that bitch couldn't breathe Real late at night I still ain't done killinSeeing a man deliverin' some kung pow chicken He's comin' my way on his bike I stuck out my arm, I clothes lined him, be careful at night He's on the ground covered in chow main and duck sauce Cut his face the off, killed him and he got tossed Into an alley where I cut him and I gut him Took the splattered remains and then I **in' stuck'em Into the little take out carton I mixed it wit some noodles and the shit stinks its rotten Looked at the paper I went to the address Knocked on the door, "Jade Dragon Express" Open the door it was this dude, he gave me the loot I watched through his window as he ate his food, eww He kinda looked at it weird Then he had some pieces of lung stuck to his beard While he went to go vomit I went in his house Kneeled down as I crouched behind the couch He's sick, he came back but before he could sit I popped up with a grip on a holder from a candlestick Smash his face with the base Beat his skull till it opened Little pieces of bone kid Left on the floor then I chilled in his house Finished up the rest of the Asian take out... Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:25	#17 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Stone Kold Killa Stone Kold Killa I'm a make a club track 'cuz the people love that Naw ** that, I'm a keep it all where my loves at I step up in the club, even Puff starts ta jump Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill At the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills In the VIP where they poppin' that Cris Wit my fists around the magnum I crack 'em, I slap 'em Bouncers runnin' up lookin' bigger than Chewbacca Sprayin' me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca Punchin' people out wit brass knuckles on each fist Throw em down a club, watch 'em cook like a deep dish And peep this why dem kids sellin' them rolls Take all they loot, and extort they hoes When I'm up in the club man I just don't play Even Ludacris said move get out the way Stone Kold Killa Stone Kold Killa I don't give a Mother about anyone Kickin' in doors, yellin' get on the floor Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger All because I'm just a ruthless motherer You so funny man I'll do it for cheap Naw I'll do it for free I just need some fresh meat I got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten Sometimes I take'em out when I wanna make out I abduct young hoes, tie'em up in the woods Or sometimes I let 'em run cuz it's even more fun Gotta gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippinI got more creative type ways of kold killin I'm lost in my demented thoughts and I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin I'm forcing my way into the game Kickin' much ass and takin' names You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange, Ima I took Freddy's glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it Took Jason's machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it Took Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall I let my little boy play wit that chucky doll Even Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged I'm the next Bundy I ain't talkin' bout Bud I love what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppinI'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever A Stone Kold Killa and I'm just too clever Ain't got the cheddar but I got somethin' better The fact that you can't ** with me naw never Sever limbs from torsos, head from necks I'm foaming out the mouth barkin' at DMX Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:27	#18 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Strangeland Strangeland Welcome to Strangeland come on down Once you in my world man you can't get out Murderous shit with an iLLified sound Emerging out of the underground Come into my world kid, welcome to Strangeland Welcome to the mainland yeah this is the same man That told the kids to kill somebody back a year ago Here we go, thought I was going to quit that be a miracle Serial Kill wit a bitta illa attitude Show some gratitude, you don't want me gettin' mad at you Had a few people say my music was a joke The industry was clownin' me and I ain't losin' hope yo They say the kind of rap I'm spittin' is a waste of talent Quit the wicked shit and try to have more of a balance Man ** you I wont change it's my land it's quite strange I won't conform the victim and hope I do the right thing It's my world, I ain't in this for the profit If I succeed it'll be on my own or my shit On my terms, wit my styles, wit my rhymes, it's my way Fred Durst I'll throw his ass on the highway In heavy traffic sociopathic bastard Leavin people battered in caskets yeah that's it fantastic That's how we be doin' things down in Strangeland Where whack emcee's gettin' more props than a stagehand I be gettin' slept on like a futon Whack cats makin bread and I ain't even makin' croutons You couldn't save yourself even if you had a coupon Now relish when I catch your best Name me the great pupon Through the Bentley window to the window of a hearse What could be worse than strange place and a curse? I'm the first at burst the way you horror kids disperse To hop onto the latest trend I'll still rip a verse Of these abstract, abstruse, abnormal rhymes I'm simpleising your mind, and I will rein sublime It's subliminal you can't replicate the original I replenish return and my reply is reprehensible It's unquestionable that my intellect's intact You wanna integrate with my crew, too bad you whack You profess to be proficient the prognosis of horrific You pretend to make a profit off of insufficient lyrics I wont hear it, you can copy me and try to make a mockery Of sloppy D none a yall cats are stoppin' me The Strange is one step in the emcee cipher This is Strangeland my name ain't D. Sneider The strange the lyricist emerging out the abyss No radio hits, just sick shit like this ya platinum only plaque I got is on my teeth Lyrics so strange they confuse Kool Keith Strange, like unexplained, unsolved mysteries Graphic, violent, oozing with misery (Is it me or is this emcee sound strange) I'm on stage, covered in stains, wearin timberlands and Hanes ed up deranged mad tapped in the brain Take ya name, add the lame infesting with shame Bring it to the battle when its time to throw down You couldn't make the band even if your name was O town Lets go now, there's no hope for you to even tryin' this I wouldn't know defeat even if I'm a podiatrist Mad scientist in the lab hopin' that you die and shit But not before you all stop buyin' this Your in my world now Welcome to Strangeland Once you come in you never come out This is my world This is my house This is my land Think this is gonna stop? Hell No Comin' back with that new shit Infesting your ing brain like a **ing maggot Welcome to Strangeland... Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:29	#19 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	That Dream That Dream Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I used to go by the name of emcee Snow The music was a way to escape my pain In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap My voice soundin' funny I was end the midst of puberty And this whole hip hoppin' rap shit was new to me 1990 made a demo age of 15 It was my dream to just bust on the scene Flat top fade, with the lines and designs Rockin' hammer pants was the style at the time Kickin' my rhymes to anybody that would listen My moms had my back and gave supportive criticism 1992 I started rollin' wit a crew My name was Mist Jinx and my partner Doc Seuss 1993 bumpin' Tribe Called Quest Playin' hooky downtown **** a history test I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids Rappin' over instrumental records on a cassette We ain't had no equipment if we did we'd be set '94 was the year moms passed on Bouncin' place to place just tryin' to find a home I Hooked up with JayD and Mo Duce and Nine 5 3rd floor productions man we dropped comin' live No matter what as the years went on I couldn't stop just writing these songs When nothin' went right and everything went wrong Used the music to just keep on Never gonna stop no I must succeed Never gonna happen if I don't believe I got goals that I gotta achieve And until I do I'll never lose that dream 3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and Mo just passed too JayD is still reppen with the Birthright Crew And around this time I felt I needed a change I need to somethin' different wit a whole new name It was extreme I admit, it was a bit different Q Strange, murderous rap wit the sick shit Did murder kill people couldn't believe That that kid Mista Jinx just changed his whole steez Did a couple of tracks and put it out on dubs And the heavy metal freak show these kids'll love In '98 I hooked up wit this kid name Hex The crew L.U. Cipha was the group that he repped He heard my tape man he was diggin' the shit Told his kid Slowkill and his girl named Jill The next thing I know they got that shit online They had a web page, thought I'd hit the big time Anyways '99 I put out Decayed Thoughts Low budget style though shit I was poor In the year 2g I dropped C to E Now mad kids are bumpin' me coppin my CD Get mail, cats overseas gimme props Blow my mind every time, party never stops Still just strivin', strugglin', in the game Hopin' I can get some shit out and make a name For myself, only way I'll ever get the wealth Cruz this is all I do I thank yall for my help Now it's 2003 mad shit done changed I been married, separated, got a son that ? But no matter what this music shit is still with me And if rap is still 'round I'll be flowin' when I'm fifty Underground, mainstream, wanna be on the scene But for now I can close my eyes and just dream Q Strange

14.08.08, 12:30	#20 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Why I'm F'd Up Why I'm F'd Up People wanna know why I'm so **ed up Could it be because of the way I grew up I didn't have much and times were tough And I deal with this pain as a grown adult Grownin' up was rough even though I had love I came up in an environment with violence and drugs My mom was an addict I was too young to see this I be playin' doctor with the hypodermic needles She told me not to touch'em they were for her boyfriend's medicine I guess his sickness was addiction like hers it was heroin I'd see the bruises on her face she'd tell me that she fell Innocence prevailed and I believed her fairy tales Sometimes I hear him hit her and I'd hide under the covers Listen to the terrifying screams from my motha Vowing that one day I'd be big enough to beat him And now I am I hope to god that I don't ever meet'em My father bailed out when I still a little infant I see'em now and then but didn't know him what's the difference He was an alcoholic anyway or so they say So I guess I didn't need him in my life anyway My mom got clean and sober when that boyfriend shit was over Just a matter of time before it came back and took over Growin' up in the projects on food stamps and welfare Kids crackin' on my sneakers never had a new pair Mom did remarry though when I was thirteen But it seems that her dream man turned out to be a dope fiend Another one, shootin' up and gettin' ed up And then yall wonder why I never been drunk or do drugs And then in High school I ed up I didn't pay attention detention and suspension, I ain't doin' this I'm jettinAt 16 my whole world came to a halt I lost my mother to the devil and I felt it was my fault She was all that I had, now I'm sittin' all alone 16 years old trying to make it on my own Ain't never graduated cuz I didn't even bother Man I coulda been somebody if I tried a little harder Workin' full time for a minimum wage Wishin' I was on stage it wasn't just a faze Dreaming of being the next rap star sensation I broke the hell out and took a permanent vacation Depression hittin' harder yeah I even thought of suicide Its do or die, and I ain't doin' shit so I don't even try and Gettin' high is all the peeps around me seem to do And I ain't goin' that route, so I always stay true But now life is good I gotta wife that I love And a son in my world and I ain't in' this up So there you have it now ya know why I'm so **ed up And how a troubled child grows up a troubled adult But now I gotta chance to do things right for my son Keep him safe from these drugs and these thugs packin' guns I'll make it in this world and I ain't going to go and quit Channel all this negative into positive shit Q Strange

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