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lirik lagu quake matthews - quake vs. canada

[intro: announcer, quake]

triple ‘w’ dot hip hop canada dot com
yo i go by the name of quake (yes)
the 18~year~old phenom
and this here
is an open invitation to anybody in this country
let’s do it

[chorus]

what you about to witness, is something so vicious
i got a vengeance a lot of you in this business
it’s up to you if you gonna take it personal or not
if i mention you or your crew in the verses that i drop
let me start

[verse]

belly get your shine, ’cause you gon’ feel the pressure
how could i respect you on records? you ain’t ginuwine
i came to send a message: “hip hop is resurrected”
your pops should’ve let you neglected
in the desert, feel a presence
bring your army and try to harm me and bomb me
you and (?) will end up worse than (?)
who want a gamble? i know bishop’ll play cards
he got a straight draw a royal flusher at eight bars
not hate y’all, i used to be a fan of b
’til i passed him lyrically
now he a fan of me
i’m like tony soprano waiting for therapy
’cause i tear the sheets out books to scar emcees (yes)
it’s quake homie, the livest in the game
so f~ck that soft rapper that be rhymin’ with my name
i’ll meet you at degrassi high
push you down a hill in a wheelchair while you screaming (chill)
you bring fear, i got a mean (?), believe me i’m sick
i ain’t hurt a solitair since easy to slip
now we got banana peels on his kicks on some permanent sh~t
plus i heard attorney i got a d~ck
(?) or convicts? never been convicted?
you might’ve been the b~tter but you ever held the biscuit
(?)’s dope, but your crew ain’t the best
i’d like to hear t~pain without computer effects
who’s next? k~os
he love the coke and the x
i seen you live, you forgot most of your set (~gasp~)
hold your breathe, i’ll leave ’em with your eyes closed
keisha want a bad boy, i’ma give her shyne, ho(?)
(?) you get blessed in the set by the set
standin’ on a phone book, your head don’t reach my chest
ask you for a verse, assumin’ it’s free
you like two g’s, for a groupie? excuse me
nothing poppin’ over there, your city is lame
get your ass kicked and i ain’t talking video game
just a vendetta, def jams for the cheddar and pleasure
why the f~ck i keep giving these lectures
i did a show with shawn desmond, you fake bretheren
them chicks you was spittin’ game to were in grade seven
i murk r&b singers, and slay veterans
rookie steppin’, and i end ’em in eight seconds
quake’s weapon is his lips and a7
i’m suggesting you learn your lesson a witness of beheading
i’ll be heading to the house of phonies, lookin’ for moka only
and swollen members, their careers is both over homie
this mad child prevails when i set sail
i’m too fat, give me the next scale
hang onto each line as i reveal my secret, peep it
this is what i do in my free time (haha)
[outro: quake, announcer]

it’s not all hate though
shoutout to the original godfather of canadian rap
and for all you goofs, i’m not talking about belly
i’m talking about the don strolleone, meistro frest west
get it right i’m 18 and you know that
w, w, w, dot mysp~ce dot com slash ‘quakemusic’

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