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