Josh A, Quadeca - Outbreak lyrics

As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be
Endangered by a lethal aliens yeah

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

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!

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

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