King of the Dot
The Saurus vs. QP
[Round 1: QP + The Saurus]
Mr. Bean just passed away, everybody, moment of silence
That's a double entendre, I may as well cop a body, since we condoning the violence
I touch screens, stick with me, see I'm more of a stylist
I'm not your friend, shoot through your temple, blaow, show you who ya' pal is
N***a, what's good? Without sins
I figured I'd try angles in 3D, be better than, I appear
A, mid-tier with classic bars the, good times to cheers
You created this circle, more like a circus, which is kinda weird
I gotta come with rounds to cream this clown (*sksssh*), since we got a pioneer
Somebody get me a pie-
Speaking of pioneers, y-yeah, you a Hall-of-Famer, what the fuck you doing working retired?
Jack and the Beanstalk, my story, only worthy of giants
I'm the Good Shepherd, yeah the Good Shepherd, n***a you heard, I'm the nicest
I'm face-to-face with The Saurus, and still can't find the words, to describe it
Shit I'm at him, using words, that the serpent recited
You thinking snake, I'm thinking more with this purpose, enlightenment
How 'bout them apples? Open you up, find a little worm that's inside it
Peter call it the Tree of Knowledge, you gon' learn, since you tried it
Speaking of learning, what you thought I was gon' teach you today, how to become a man?
By letting me talk for you, dog? Fuck is that, Son of Sam?
I'm the Wiz', dummy don't get it, I slow-pitch it, underhand
I'm the wisdom, you don't get it, shit I'm sonning son, something grand
This is a retirement homes, so when you take a L they're gonna understand
N***a I swear, figure your career's been doing a little dance move we call the Running Man
You never did a stretch, my guess if you did, wife-beating your woman, fam
You left blue prints around her neck, and deviated from the plan
Get it? Blueprints, around your neck, DV, ate it from the plan
If that was my sister, brother, I woulda let the mother blam
Just like a stint in prison, your learning lesson coming from the can, I understand
I understand that I got kicked out by my dykie thug akh
I get it, go to his paddy and that bitch, thinking it's wifey love, stop
The prescription is what he gets, after "Hi", he's drug, box
I'll Nickelodeon show him, put him in a nicely dug plot
That's funny
Just like the straight drop you'll get cut with what I cut my coke with, a razor blade
But fuck getting cut, that won’t work, n***a Labor Day
The .40 for cover fire, rraaah, the shotgun (*click-click*), I’ma save the gauge
That bitch clean up behind so swift, shit you’d think it’s tailor-made
I say, but I’m alienated from The Jungle- last bar
I’m alienated from The J- 90 seconds, my bad
(laughs) Don’t trip!
I said I'm alienated in The Jungle, but it ain't safe for help here
I say, I check bodies', temperatures, even in the safest stealth gear
You the hunted, I'm the Predator, see, I'm just tryna make myself clear
[Round 1: The Saurus + QP]
You said you were gonna teach me about becoming a man, but that ain't the god-darn truth
'Cause I can learn more about being a man, from your bitch, who pulled a Glock on you
This your first trip to the Bunker, and it's fight night, let me set the stage then
I coulda dropped a QP without getting weighed in
MMA, this a rampage Quinten can't win
Two different pedigrees, tag Triple H in
See the thing about the school of fish who imitate him
Once they in the deep end, more sink than they swim
You like his writing? Watch Prison Break then
'Cause ain't a real sentence in that fake pen like 60 Days In
You ain't been the same since.....Innuendo caved in
All your bridges stay burnt, 'cause all you did was blame them
Bonnie, Born, and Remy hate him, so if you such a great friend
Why did Bulletz bounce on you like a ricochet then?
Just in case y'all missed the memo, Innuendo's disassembled
All his homies in it left so now it's only him and Fresco
I don't care if Quinten said so, he's never been the quintessential
He'll get lit up when I rock him, I'm a legend that'll hit his temple
Disrespectful, I push it too hard, bulletproof bars
It's sad, 'cause as good as you are
You let your habits get the best of you, you took it too far
Always looking for his next line, I'm pulling Q card
That was fire
Watch every branch, of the fam, of QP get clipped
Even his grams, in a bag, since the mood seems fit
So how much weight do you think that QP flips?
Barely an ounce of pride left after he lose three-zip
[Round 2: QP]
Spoken word, real quick, I'ma get back to you
I tell a bitch you could be above-average, then after that guess what the bitch become?
I tell her the money in the streets with the cars, fuck you think the women come?
The blade is where they sharpen they skills, where the fuck you think I get my pimpin’ from?
Where it leave pussy the sorest, in other words, fuck you think I’m sendin’ ‘em?
You get it, pussy The Saurus? Fuck you, think, I’m synonym
N***a, sin is from, the Devil, my turn next, you'll need a exorcist
Look on the bright side, ain’t no bright side, n***a QP a pessimist
It’s over, see? I’m battlin’ a broad, Peter, peep the reference
The sacrificial lamb meat, it’s a wrap, see the expression is
In plain English, you get paid in Euros right? Good, Peter bred for this
I’ll put you in Hell for this, yeah inhale for this, like the deepest breath
Professional, animal, doctor, n***a I’m a seasoned vet
Baby, Williams, Breakfast Club, play with my name, I teach respect
The way I pull the DE SK, shit I’m a teacher’s pet
That was crazy, Peter check
I can’t say that your rhyming schemes, wasn’t tip-top
But I told you defeat's the purpose, so don’t come and flip-flop
N***a you get gassed so fast, you'd think it was a pit stop
You know it's footage, not bullets, when his brother clip drop
He name his ratchets, Amina and Tara, that’s baby-mother shit, watch
‘Cause when’s the last time you seen Peter guns? Go ‘head, n***a Love & Hip-Hop, I’m lovin’ hip-hop
N***a what’s good? Fuck it, submission shit, watch
Watch him tap out in a second
Prideful father on a road trip, your career’s, assed out for directions
You used to run the Northwest but eased up, now’s your career’s heading, south in the present
Figured I’d come pissed yeah, compass since I got it mapped out for this legend
He talkin’ ‘bout put down my weapon
The SIG, n***a that habit impossible to kick
Shit I’m droppin’ out got cotton mouth, n***a that shit impossible to spit
I’m battling a broad, ho tell 'em, I go brothel in this bitch
Eli Roth, Quentin Tarantino, what that mean? N***a I get hostile with the clips
[Round 2: The Saurus + QP]
That last round, two thumbs up, right on Q
Let’s have a write-off, I’ll pass any level you write on Q
Right off, my right arm land every right on Q
And brought the perfect co-star, with timing, right on cue
I'll bet the way your funeral's going isn't how you planned
This is shotput, this next round's getting out of hand
I read QP's biography, it begins in his past days
From the Jungle, before the Jungle could give him that rap stage
Now the first 95 percent of the story, isn't all that strange
But it really starts to get weird if you skip to the back page
Yup, Quinten you have AIDS
That was the twist of the story
Quintenn, you have AIDS, and it's not any secret
He thought jumping from body to body, Quantum could leap it
But be careful how you talking to me bitch
Or after this, "QP", not gonna mean shit but quadriplegic
Now I know y'all would believe it if I said Q's that type
To use his nose to keep him in the loop, Toucan-like
He finna lose his damn life the way he use that white
So even when he's in a bag QP is still a few grams light
Facts!
Now, if I do- that's facts!
If I do the math right, you'll never make a profit
'Cause if Q ball, I'll take his scratch for getting out of pocket
Quinten stop it
You went from being one of the freshest in the scene, the inventor of the schemes
To watching back your own intervention on this screen
Time to take advice from that other member of your team
'Cause everybody here agrees, QP's better when he's clean

[Round 3: QP + The Saurus]
You a nerd
I mean-
I'm a nerd
No, don't trip, I got us, I got us
Yeah, we good, we good
But this nerd'll still get the squammy
Lieutenants or not, kidnap your babysitter, yes we will get the nanny
Snatch Nana from convalescence as they, wheeling your granny
This pimp'll pop, that's it, why start killing his acne?
If I'm worried 'bout his skin, it's 'cause I'm peeling his family
N***a get it? Worried about his kin, 'cause I'm peeling his family
Understand we, jellyfish, top-tier what's that? Clear, excellence
Hot as heck burnin', neck-turnin', damn near, Exorcist
I'm gonna tell you something out loud so you can hear, evidence
I'm what you haven't been in years, let me tell you in your ear: relevant
Never sit down and eat with The Saurus, or else, you're gonna trip
You wanna drink with us, The Saurus? There's rules if, you're gonna sip
You can't have a fucking T-Rex going on, fuck is that, a wart? What is this?
Fuck a tip, how you gonna die and a sore on your lip
N***a what's good?
Infomercial clips, you got that voice, the guy from the commercial
All hail from above, only way this guy's coming to hurt you
That's cold, all hail from above, only way the sky's coming to hurt you
And for you to get geeked up, to tell me something this hurtful
Like "Going ham's the reason you spend all this time running in circles"
Like, what? "Going hamster reason you spend-" Oh, that's fire, n***a I tried to deter you
But with that poker face it's easy for you to stage a bluff
When you got nothing, not even a pair, pussy just, playing tough
N***a if you say you got the street sweeper, it's an imaginary housekeeper 'cause you made it up
N***a I swear, breaking up with the Sergeant, Sergeant listen
She got my name tattooed on her chest
I say baby I ain't going tit-for-tat with her
I say I ain't going tit for tat with her
I got her name tatted right here then got it covered, like I ain't getting back with her
I say, but me flipping her guns means I'm a trap n***a
Just means this vagabond would stick, you in a bag quicker
I swear, now, your skag bitch a hottie? Yeah? She's bomb She could still jack it and get just a coat
Porn dialogue, bitch n***a, fuck a quote
You snooped around your whole career, now that shit's gone up in smoke
Meanwhile I'm the nyaaah! What that sound like? N***a the fucking G.O.A.T
N***a what's good? N***a for the money boat
N***a I Uber, Lyft, train, bussing over the bread
Then get a bitch and run a train, busting, over the bread
See Physics is simple, if I gotta explain something know that you're dead
'Cause every bar Mile High Club, what that mean? Plain fucking over your head

[Round 3: The Saurus + QP]
Your ex pulled a strap on you, you tatted her name on your back, that's not a lie
So I hope that with the next Glock she buys, she uses it to dot the I's
And she used to date Dot, before that
She dated Dot before that? Damn, that ain't even a reach
Your swag's all rented, I'm past authentic
15 years working and I have not ended
I get booked year-round homie, cash or credit
Pull a check, outta every card, like Grandma sent it
Now do you know, how I know, that you got a lot of problems Q?
Being a couch-surfing basehead ain't even in the top five things that's wrong with you
You put your worst moments on Facebook Live and YouTube for us all to view
Your bitch tossed you to the lawn and pulled your own Glock on you
You'll take anything they'll offer you, how well off are you?
You've got three baby-mamas paying off your bail bonds for you
Pending paternity tests on Maury and Phil Donahue, a failed father too
Oh yeah, and a male prostitute
Now, I tried to keep it cool, but the problem has deeper roots
I tried not to get shit backwards, tried to mind my P's and Q's
But see you know there's a problem with the way you're being Q
When, even your own kids don't like being accused of being Q's
Jesus dude, you're supposed to be an architect
You're supposed to be an OG from our niche, one of the smartest making bars connect
Look back at what we started, look forward at how far it went
Then remember, that if you keep your extra bullshit, it's just gonna make them all forget
Dog, since day one you been claiming S.O.N.S., you created S.O.N.S
Here's a wild idea: stay off drugs and fucking raise your sons
Their brain's a sponge that absorbs from where they get their information from
So drop the imaginary laser guns and find somewhere to aim for once
You and certain death ain't been this close in a long time
Not since your ex pulled a strap on you and made you pick up your clothes off the lawn, time