Outbreak

[Intro: Josh A] As a result of the outbreak, your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal aliens Yeah [Chorus: Josh A] Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best No sleep vibe‚ I don't get no rest You come for the tribe‚ we come for your head No revive, it'll be no test Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours I still do more Than half of the people you track and adore And all of my music is real But yeah‚ they want the head shots Hollow points and red dots Murder everything, no shame in the game They'll even make the dead walk Bitch, I'm not a rap god Only makes tracks that I snap on All my life‚ been stepped on But not anymore, I got red dots and head shots [Verse 1: Josh A] Yeah Just hit up Quadeca, sent him this beat Now there's no stopping us, breaking the scene Word to my brothers and word to my team Yeah, you know we're 'bout to eat Ev'ry new album, it feels like the best And every new outlet, I outpace the rest You cannot compare, it'll be sudden death If I die then— It's about to be a outbreak We outpace all the fakes They seeking salvation for the trash they're making So get in formation Never sell my soul Love for the game but I really wanna go I'm sick of this, death to all the fakes 'Bout to be a outbreak! [Verse 2: Quadeca] Yeah Ooh, ooh (Don't do it) Yeah, uh, ooh (Haha) Everybody wanna be friends, uh When I break out, it's a outbreak, uh (Huh?) I live my life like a highlight reel Had to take out every single outtake, uh (Yeah) Ev'rybody wanna act fake now They get faked-out when they really tryna out-fake (Facts!) They gon' post a picture on the gram like the man And they open up the comments, all they gonna see is clown face, bitch (Haha!) Bitch, I'll be comin' from the heart, comin' for your part Runnin' in the dark, in the red like an oven when it starts (Woo!) Comfortable with darkness, too much drive made me carsick I was starvin' a bargain, I had to barge in (Yeah!) You a simp, son, like Marge is, you really garbage This shit a rollercoaster and I took the fuckin' harness (Wow!) Every goal I aim at, bitch, I hit a fuckin' target Hold up, I'm off the charts when I'm chartin' (Whoa) I'm ultra strong like I'm Charmin I just met a bitch she like, "Oh, you're super charming" (Yeah) Cryin' to their mom when I rap like they Cartman Kill you with a pencil, I ain't even gotta sharpen (Woo!) Okay, that's true, please listen (Yeah) I've been in Saks, you can call me Lisa Simpson (Yeah, yeah, yeah, who?) Everybody claimin' that they gotta see the vision But they lyin' to your face, I just block 'em, and then I'm dippin' (Woo!) Yeah [Chorus: Josh A] Dead or alive, I'll be one of the best No sleep vibe, I don't get no rest You come for the tribe, we come for your head No revive, it'll be no test Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours I still do more Than half of the people you track and adore And all of my music is real But yeah, they want the head shots Hollow points and red dots Murder everything, no shame in the game They'll even make the dead walk Bitch, I'm not a rap god Only makes tracks that I snap on All my life, been stepped on But not anymore, I got red dots and head shots