Q. Allanz - Out Loud lyrics

Just 'cuz you know my real name, doesn't make you my ex or my patna Just 'cuz you ride thicc, don't mean that you can ride in the Impala I ain't gotta hide nada, wolf without the sleep's clothing That'll get the world tipsy from making pruno in each ocean Bet you I can talk about flippin' some pies But why should I waste an instrumental and half of your time As a matter of fact, this is the new way I'ma give 'em dope So call me Mr. Postman 'cuz I plan to push the envelope Must of woke up on the wrong side of tHe bed But I'ma keep it lit, that's part of my everyday pledge And knocc 'em off of their feet I love cHiccen and coochie, but I'm proof tHat all people are not wHat they eat Even when I leave the stage and you can't find where my forensics is I'll come bacc and do it again like serving 2 life sentences Know what the business is, so when I get hype I'ma say it loud and clear, what that Walking Freakshow like [Hook] Q. Allanz, that boy goes out loud I got the flavor that's gone take control just like it's supposed to So let the games vegin 'Cuz I'm entering this race to win, so tell a friend it's Q. Allanz, that boy goes out loud I got the flavor that's gone take control just like it's supposed to So let the party get started I'ma do it my way, give me some space to fill the bars in Slip to the knot, clip to the glocc Chiccs on my jocc, sticc in the cocc, 64's drop Hits on the blocc, ditchin' the cops, sippin' the Scotch How you feeling, dawg, I got this here on locc Witness the raw (Quarter Poundz), we ready Testing my game, I get deadly, come get a swift D-O-S-E Sneak dissin' I can't 've, so I plead the 5tH Even Proverbs 13:3 says you ain't supposed to snitch I'ma end this with a bang, still doing my thang Still groovin' the same, still turning my beefs to creme brulee Super ill, bringing it to a new page 'Cuz I'm a genius like Wu Tang, with golden arms, I spit out 2 flames And tell the referee no foul calls, he can save his spit I'd rather ve in the game and lose than try to start the game and quit The beast is here, hard to ve tamed Through the entrance with the braids and fangs, once again, what's his name [Hook] Yeah, you heard me, I'm gone ve that person putting the poison on your harvest It's gonna ve on and poppin' when I step out the darkness Trust me, you don't wanna start this with the young mac and heartless I'll have you baccing up with your crew like you're practicing parallel parking Women I got probably can fool y'all dudes They look like nuns but when the doors close, they turn to Moulin Rouge Got some riders with me, on fire They make Clockwork Orange look like a kindergarten choir When lacing up my chuccs, it's time to do my part again And hit you with 16's like I pa**ed a bar exam After me, there won't ve no other You gone feel it when I bring it, might as well say I ain't wearing a rubber Emcees run and ducc for cover I'm 'bout to rebirth Hip-Hop, who wanna play as surrogate mother I'm here to stay, and I don't care if you act mad But if you wanna cry about it, don't forget the hash tag