QITD ft. Tapley Sound Lyrics

Quadroon is the dopest, be doing the mostest

Spitting them roaches, and hittin them beats with a closed fist, have you noticed

This is so sick, you could consider it covid no virus

Imma titan, enlightened just blowing papyrus, and smoking my eyelids

Below the horizons of heaven

We better than most its suprising, dont let it

Go viral, be best if it kept lowkey, so the g-o-v cant get inside it,

Hide it in plain sight, we devising

A plan, for humans, abusing the system n proving

The mystics are ruined, its two in the morning

And I'm up cant sleep, camping, cam be, just ripping these rumens

Written improvements, tatted across all the walls of my basement

So every day I can look at this movement and face it

Then au smack up the track so bad it gunna, gunna need a face lift

Imma tasteless, muthafucker coming from a spaceship, bringing it back to basics

Swinging these raps like bats, my home base is

The booth, with the truth, and I never invite complacent

Or anxious, vibes in my space that's taking away

From moment, unfolding, rocking cotton and poppin racists, in they faces

Ain't stopping 'til we terminate the problem in this nation

Quadroon is the dopest, be doing the mostest

Spitting them roaches, and hittin them beats with a closed fist, have you noticed

This is so sick, you could consider it covid no virus

Imma titan, enlightened just blowing papyrus

And smoking my eyelids, below the horizons of heaven

We better than most its suprising, dont let it

Go viral, be best if it kept lowkey, so the g-o-v can't get inside it

Hide it in plain sight, we devising

A plan, for humans, abusing the system n proving

The mystics are ruined, its two in the morning

And I'm up cant sleep, camping, cam be, just ripping these rumens

Sitting in silence, and sipping on vitamins

Living inside a sin, limit's are quiet ends

Single, and solemn like Sullivan

But I'm not soaking my problems, I pop out a broken hinge

Open the door like we going in

Grabbing my crotch like I hold a piss

Woah is me, woke and rich is a joke, so bitch

Get that gold off your wrist n start holding hands with swollen friends

I won't say it again, so dont get stressed, uh

Dont get dressed unless you also got a vest to protect

Shots blown, imma vet with the tech, spit arrows from a

Crosbow, with a blade on my neck, save it for the next

Bitch, imma satan dressed in human, check mate