Q - YM (Monster) lyrics

[Verse 1: Q] Soar to the sky, take flight, without a plane I'm the bomb, Napalm, and I set fire to the rain Storm the rap game, boy I'm the bomber I think therefore I am, so I know I'm the monster Take to the town and flood to the streets Im commiting verbal homicide and going beast on the beat See my sharp fangs and my malice when I'm grinning My boy slaughtered the apps, and now he's rocking crimson I'm like the nightmare that haunts every sector Feast on GOOD Music entire clique like Hannibal Lector I have ice in my system, ba** in my trunk And just an aphorism, I'm the Roy Hibbert to your dunk Strike fear into your heart, destroy your whole posture I'the modern Prometheus like Frankenstein my father I always bare my fangs and signal your doom Yo, I'm a werewolf even without my moon And I'm not talkin' glittering Vampires in the middle of twilight Real monsters with honor going harder than your whole life I'm King Midas on the beat, every word I spit is golden Yo I know you hear the rhythm but I'm spittin a poem I go in, I'm Poein', and when you face me, theres no win Not a single cuss word but my flow leaves you so dim I tell my opponents dont fret, just accept your fate I was born with metaphors as if my whole swagger was innate I paint a picture with my words, I'm a monster and an artist When I dropped a couple bars, West asked "How could you be so heartless" Two Asian kids just rippin a beat apart Cause we redefine the game, get dollars for every part Bounty on my head, countries try to slay the monster Can't stop my rampage, I came I saw I conquered [Verse 2: All Clear] Say hello to the beast, yeah I got these plebes goin' crazy By the way I rip my fangs in these heartbeats, but what can I say, they tasty It's the wolf gang homie, like they heads we rollin When opportunity comes, I act fast and never pa** like Kobe So dont reach youngblood, Uncle Drac's back in the game Send any baddie rappers at me I got the strength to break 2Chainz And I dont show my age, lived a couple decades Five? How kind, but hey, it's more like fifteen Yo, I'm a sick fiend, moving and doing big things You can't get rid of me like the flavor on a stick of Wrigley's Ripped a couple hearts apart, now I'm the cause of every panic And when they call your girl's name, they get no answer like they did with Ferris Yo, I feel if the cape fits, wear it; if my teeth grin, bear it I'm bringing the thunder, like Durant is So there's a storm forecast, better put back your pool toys Hanging with Q in my crew, and I ain't talking bout the Schoolboy I've got Ford-esque focus so all your attacks are hopeless Ruined the world and stole your girl, but hey, that's just show biz And just to let y'all know how serious my genius is I wrote half this rap yesterday and penned the rest in cla** last period So step up, y'all can't beat me I see every angle like CP3 in Calc BC Crackin necks and cashing checks they askin what may happen next The fact is that I'm rabid yes and attackin so bring your defense Count Dracula; I'm CD; to me, y'all VHS So ahead I see checkmate, and we ain't even started chess yet So you can't touch me, and y'all untouchable too in terms of castes I've got no love for you, just game, set, and match So here we go, I'mma serve ya, I'm liable to murk ya Dawg, I'm Biggie on the flow; I bring the pain proper; they'll be askin who shot ya