[Verse 1]
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Qubik!
Comin out the blue, like I fell from the sky. I am Lucifer
This is a race and you know who’s in first. They say it’s a marathon, not a sprint
But I won’t slow down despite the distance
Even if my shoes start to crease, my speed will never decrease, now here is my beef
He says he’s the Future, but his time has passed
He’s finishing last, at the end of the day
And Life Is Good, but I don’t need to write a shitty verse and get a feature from Drake
That man is doin the most, but if he wasn’t on the track, it would get about 5 plays
And you’d see it as a waste, cause you didn’t get paid
Which is why you’re fuckin lame. I'm an incredible rapper
I challenge the game, like I'm Vin Jay. I'm full of myself, I better watch my sodium intake
We both produce shit, but in a different way
I'm a lyrical miracle, you just screamin out “Aye, aye!”
You lit on the beat? Okay. Well I fuckin slaughtered it like Tay K, Mayday!
[Verse 2]
Oh shit, beat switch. That means heat bitch
How you blew is unknown, like Jesus’ fetus
I could bring more heat, even if I was so cold
You’re ruling the game, or so I've been told
Out with the old, and in with the Q
When you losin your pop, the fuck you gon do?
You gonna ride a trend? You gonna buy a Benz?
You gonna OD? Cause you know it’d be the number one headline
Then people would talk about how much they fuck with your rhymes
You’d do anything for Clout. Honestly, I feel kinda bad
The way that you livin, is honestly sad
Everything that you do, everything that you say, is just for a bag
In fact that’s depressin. Cause it’s wasted potential over you obsessing and stressin
Over the money. But it’s a little funny, cause you talkin mad shit
Man you’re fuckin absurd. I can’t trust your ass, I can’t trust a word
All I know, is this the worst song, I’ve ever heard
[Verse 3]
I stand corrected. Holy shit! Boy I was wrong
How the fuck is it possible that people like this shit?
I can’t hear a fuckin word that he spit
But it’s prolly about the baddest bitch, or how he’s rich
He says he got drip, but it’s only mist. This a cease and desist
You did this to yourself, so this an assist
I'm makin a list, and I'm checkin twice, then I'm gettin em hit
I aim for the crit, and I never miss, like Steph Curry
You’re a fuckin joke, like James Murray. Congratulations!
I'm glad you made it, for 5 seconds. Your entire arsenal cannot compare to my weapon
The pen is mightier than the sword. Like Kanye, I'll piss on awards that you recieve
Cause they don’t mean jack, you’re all fuckin hacks!
Up, down, down, B, Y. You are what you eat, and I'm eating these rappers
So I guess that I'm shittiest fuckin rapper alive
I'm bouta eat these four, so I'm number 5
So let’s switch the beat, for the last time
[Verse 4]
Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Qubik has gone cutthroat! To the utmost!
Don’t give a fuck ho, bout your Porche! Ya your shit blows!
I’ll do this once though! I'm gonna propose, to the rap game, and um, no;
I will not consider divorce! Uhhhhh…
Yes I'm better than you clowns, I'm gonna kill you off spawn like it’s Nuketown
You chasin clout. What’s that about? It’s time for my reign, cause there’s been a drought
Ya know your flow was good, till you had a Faucet Failure
I wake up, and you know what? I get out of bed
You wake up, you throw up, and your stat sheet is dead
Are you dumb, stupid, or slow?
Cause if it’s the third, I'll leave you alone
These fuckin suckas will be punished
The imposters are among us, and they fuck us
I think it’s Redd, cause he pretty Trippy
Or maybe it’s Blue, cause his Face is iffy
They tryna be 50, but do not compare
A lyrical rapper is stupidly rare
Mask Off; Coronavirus
Fast car; low mileage
Hella fly; autopilot
Qubik is spittin, suddenly silent
Ya not Bad and Boujee, you're exploiting Uzi
You’re all trash, but just a lil
If you’re Baby or Xan, Yachty or Pump
I am the man, to take em at once
Step to the mic, you will get crushed
Fuck all you squares, I'm berating the bunch
It’s a shame that Bernie ain’t win the election
These lines so ill that they infectious
My bullshit detector has gone off the charts
You missed the mark, like I'm playin darts, with a blind person
I’ve gone through 1.8 tapes like a 3k, I'm Andre
This is a ransom on Lil Tecca
I'll bring a lyrical barreta to Manhattan
To remind y’all what happened to the OGs
And hopefully the rest of my peers can be homies
And I know on this track, I went a little wild
And acted like a child
But I really don’t fuck with your style, bitch!
You motherfucking cunt-
I'm just playin with you lil rappers, you know I love you
