Lyrics Josh A – Outbreak
Text:
As a result of the outbreak, your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal a-
Josh A:
Dead or Alive I’ll be one of the best
No sleep vibe I don’t get no rest
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
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
Yea you know we’re boutta eat
Every new album feels like the best
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
Death to all the fakes, there’s about to be a outbreak
Quadeca:
Yuh, oh oh yuh oh
Everybody wanna be friends, uh
When I break out it’s a outbreak, uh
I live my life like a highlight reel
Had to take out every single outtake, uh
Everybody wanna act fake now, they get faked out when they really try to out-fake
They gon’ post a picture on the gram like the man
Open up the comments all they gonna see is clown face, bitch
I’ll be coming from the heart, coming for your part
Running in the dark in the red like an oven when it starts (woo!)
Kill the whole darkness
Too much drive made me carsick
I was starvin’ a bar then I hit a bargain (woah!)
You a Simpson like Marge is, you really garbage
This shit a roller coaster and I took the fuckin’ harness
Every goal I aim at bitch I hit a fuckin’ target
Hold up, I’m off the charts when I’m chartin’
I’m ultra strong like I’m Charmin
I just met a bitch she like «oh you’re super charming»
Cryin’ to their mom when I rap like they Cartman
Keep you with a pencil I ain’t even gotta sharpen
Okay, that’s true please listen
I’ve been in sax you can call me Lisa Simpson
Everybody claimin’ that they gotta see the vision
But they’re lying to your face I just block ’em and I’m dippin’ (woo)
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
