QP vs. QP

Round 1

QP (Quantum Physics)

I'm glad you don't got no cap on, you can give us all that Rogaine picture

You got me feelin’ like ya father, so I won't play with ya

This for the QP? That's the camera man? No way mister

That mean John Doe shootin’ a body of a no-named nigga

And you ain't takin’ my name nigga, QP you wouldn't dare

Should of known I'm a trained lumberjack, I ain't cuttin’ back

And that I would prepare

But is superman out here movin’ faster than a speedin’ bullet? Swear

I guess the only way to slow it down from that tempo

Is to put a bullet there

You know what I don’t like about you Qleen Paper?

You-spell like a teenager, using my name for free, illiterate fuck

Couldn't even have you sign a fee waiver

You don't have to be a spellin bee major or the alphabets creator

To see the “C” in clean, can't be "Q", I'll say it again

I know it's Qleen Paper I say who you seein’ Qleen?

Can't be Q cause Syrup met a son that can lean paper

See I tried to be Meek, it's a nightmare, I'm a Dreamchaser

Created innuendo to watch the flow I crafted as a team player

You need Miles right? Click and deletin’ wipin your slate clean paper

You get paid to crack heads, no crack head you a free-baser

You wanna blow fine off dope lines since we are both coke sniffers

Just know that'll help you overdose quicker

Based on our threads they say we better than them so and so niggas

But we ain't cut from the same fabric

Because we ain't nowhere near close nigga

How should I expose niggas?

Chilla Jones for real a clone, y'all think y'all seen schemin’?

See I do this all year for me it's always scheme season

Is it Winter? Naw, I done Fall, I mean everything leavin’

Street sweepin’ the whole house some will call it Spring cleanin’

You squeamish, food with the world let it digest you and spit you out

See that's what it does when you out cast as a rebel they stitch you out

Like retired umpires you at home and settled you missin’ out

But today's Qleen's exorcism

Because it's harder than a devil to get you out

Now there's level's to spittin’ writtens out

But that shit you did in the D, I wanna start out you wrong

Why sell yourself short, that'll get you marked out alone

Now I knew you were roaming, wasn't too smart I condone

I know why you thought you got reception

Because you read 4 bars off your phone

Now will he start off a clone and start chockin’?

Will you look to the crowd for the beef?

When this gangster's cripplin’ himself then the crowd's gonna see

Now out of town fans look, like ya brother, miles from the D

But when you chokin' out of town you look like ya brother

Miles from the D

He's probably now gonna see he's chokin’ up in 60 seconds

That's a minute's time

You can't work at the shoe store with that performance

You can't Finish Line

That's why each step gets blown out of proportion when it slips his mind

But I can't say you' re not a real coke head

You know us coke heads we don’t forget the lines

Now you did switch the grind with the QP shit

But why'd you have to go and take the greatest

And make yourself Public Enemy number 1?

You went and Flava Flav'd it

You? Bishop? I've never heard a faker statement

That's someone flimsy dishing it out

If you saying that paper played it

Fuck it you made it on a whole other scale I made way for you

The combinations of the letters Q.P. I made safe for you

Hope sea serve things I couldn't wait to do

No matter how you spell "Qleen" Q, I can still see the fake in you

Your mom looks like a dried up grape, yep, the bitch raising you

The same old bitch that told you good things came in two

I'm not feelin’ the AOL so let me explain my AIM at you

When you freestyle I should still get paid for Pay Per Views

Even when you choke in frees, I'll still get paid for Pay Per Views

You spelled it Q-U-E P, didn't get great reviews

Then you changed it to QP, we started beefin’ over mistaken views

My buzz big as a livin’ room at the time, U-Haul I was makin’ moves

I'm Don King promotin’ you, I should get paid for Pay Per Views

I called Surf like "yo Surf, Surf, Surf you think it's okay to sue?

Should I kidnap his bitch? If this is what he s been "Taken 2"

That's like takin’ my baby, my hard work and my labor too

Ain't this a mother cause after all my pushin’ this pussy breakin’ through

Flow nastier than hospital patient food

You'll get hospitalized and a nurse will bring you hospital patient food

I see you not makin’ as big as hospital patient food

[unclear]…it's unfortunate that’s the doctor that breaks the rules

QP (Qleen Paper)

I say niggas in the streets ask why I don't take Smack serious

I told him it ain't that dog, it's just that when you in the streets

Fuckin’ with that smack I shard to take Smack serious

That shit had me on some" I got 50 here, 20 over here, 80 over here"

Nigga I got so confused with that Math

I wanted to smack Serius

Now let's stop with the games

It's been a while since I hopped in this thang

And I'll be a lie if I said the block ain't to blame

I told myself the day I hop in the box with this lame

I might have to box with this lame

Now even though I fuckin’ hate you, I must thank you

Cause the only reason I hopped in the game

Was cause I seen't this twat with the name

Now puttin’ this fake ass Q-Peezy to rest

Might be one of the easiest deaths

He ain't do shit but try to scheme me to death

So this a plot for the brain now, hop in the range, bangin’ Pac

Before I hit his block, I was cockin’ the thang

Caught him somewhere around stock with his dame

I hopped out, cocked, put the chop to her frame

Broke her he got the K with the Stockton exchange

You know what I don't like about yo soft ass dog?

How the fuck this nigga go from S.O.N.S. to innuendo?

Then he always do that bullshit ass intro in form of innuendo?

This nigga be on some

How you goin’ beat me if it ain't in you to win dough?

No I said in you to win dough, no it ain't in you

Bitch that shit mean the same thing!

Put a couple holes in you and you a window?

Hold on, that was garbage?

Well let me see, you gay, you ain't in the closet

We all see you gay, you in the window

I really showed up this time I ain't finesse you bitch

Did that surprise you? Oh

So you ain't tell al l these motha fuckas about

How we was finna ba le before when you sent that 5 through

And you ain1 show up, bitch I fried you

Reason bein’

He had my nigga Cal come up all the way to Vegas and didn't pay him

So guess who I gave that 5 to?  Me motha fucka

You know what else I don't like about yo soft ass dog?

Nigga I got a whole list of things

And in the midst of things this faggot ass nigga

Gon pick my shit out of a whole list names

Compared to what I do on the daily, nigga this a game

If we was the same whip?

I'm supercharged, the newer car in a different lane

Now I'm just tryna figure what the fakin' about

Cause real talk, you ain't did half the shit that you say you about

You ain't did half the shit you claim you did

And on top of that, the people don't like you ain't who you say

I know I know

Let me see you got, QP, Heartless, Remy, 100 Bulletz:

Innuendo, naw I said if QP get heartless off that Remy

I'll throw 100 bullets in your window

Round 2

QP (Quantum Physics)

Frosted Flake, feelin’ Tony The Tiger great, my nigga keep the views

Moe, tell everybody I wanna make it sweet for you

But I might turn to Ike Turner re-enact that Anna-Mae scene with you

So I can at least slap this biteh since he wanna have his cake and eat it too

Between me and you, my nigga, I can outsmart you when it's scheming

The mascot for gettin’ mopped up, well aren't you Mr. Clean?

No A&R's ever attempted to charge you interestin’

Cause they know if you did sell, dumb nigga, it'd be far of you in between

What seldom nigga that's far of you in between

Check the check which is too far few in between

I thought being smart you would give us-a Qleen explanation

A nose in need deserves Puffs indeed now that’s a Qleenex-planation

You know what I don't like about you dog? That's a Qleen explanation

You a career choke artist, you need recessitation

Now this battle rap shit show and tell, you goin’ need presentation

See you done learned but you done forgot see this your re-education

You know practice makes perfect and you gon need preparation

You know how you know your soul sent when you see levitation

Now that's altitudes climbing through peaks, elevation

I done doctored this all up this shit's premeditated

Now imma do 42 shots, this gone be record breakin’

A Hollow Man, he see through, now QP Kevin Bacon

Yellin' basic, to get rid of this shit stain I'm supposed to shout

I'm feelin’ like Rick James at Eddie Murphy's as he approached the couch

You food with me not the safe way even in a frozen I'll

Mop Qleen up so nasty the cashier come it’ll gross her out

He from the Motor City, I know you got that motor mouth

I always get told yes my nigga, somethin’ that you don't know about

I'm like an umpire sittin’ at home signaling I'm always showin’ out

This shit Corey Holcomb material, nothin’ you should joke about

See what's cold is now

You goin’ against a draft so you not playin’ to win

Stop sayin’ shit that don't mean shit else when you say it again

Or I'll Stephen King killer down if I have to say it again

You know what I don't like about you dog? When you say it again

Cause it don 't mean shit else, I mean they could pretend

When I say it again you know since I made up the trend

It's a double meaning on the double meanin’, I'll move the pace up again

I get paid through Western Union, Moneygrams, paystubs, depends

You fabricated so it seems you should be makin’ amends

Every rule or regulation you either break or you bend

I should go T-off on this bearded lady

Sideburn style, straight for the chin

Now did you really not write a 3rd round? Only time will tell

You won't be able to see your way out of this one

When you can't provide the scale

You slippin’ with them gun bars that you done tried and failed

So once your come will spark I guess I got Jonah's heart

Because I'm still alive and well

QP (Qleen Paper)

Imma tell y'all niggas why I stopped fuckin' with this battle rap shit dog

Cause it’s pointless dawg

A nigga like him, jump in this bitch all day, and do all this fuckin’ ramblin’

And never get the fuckin' point across

So I'm a save the oooh's and aaah's for the 3rd round

This one imma just get my point across

I heard someone say when I walked in this bitch,

They glad the real came back

Ima let yo soft ass know, off top, it ain't a game scrap

When you spittin’, keep yo range nigga hang back

Cause my nigga Money Maine strapped

You in the Midwest where shit can get fuckin' wild

This ain't Southern Cal where it never ra in at

It still ain't rained yet?

Ain't no question where these niggas want the name at

You gotta look at that shit from the world eyes

You made that shit west coast local

I made it worldwide bitch you will never getting’ my name back

You never made it to where the big stage was ate

It was never no need for me to out line you bitch

Cause I always outshined you and you, hate that

But let's face facts, real niggas don't wanna hear that lame rap

So can you blame Smaak?

Now I want y'all to take this thought for the mind

And don't get me to getting’ it wrong, I'll give it to dog

He's smart with the lines, lyin' about how he sparkin’ the 9

Now he even walk with the pride, but how he present it, and talk it, is jive

He want it so bad to get that look from Smack

So I know every time you thought in yo mind about

How you took the back to Heartless and Con

If we speakin’ real nigga shit, this man is an act

We gon take it from that Swave situation

Cause that's what led me to believe he just a lame nigga fakin’

Cause in all yo verses you handlin’ straps but that oigga touch you

And you let that man give you a panic attack

Not me, that's ironic

He the clown but I'm the one that's known for jokin’

I don't give a fuck, that nigga touch me, trust me my chrome is smokin’

Swave, I would've laid that big nerd down

3rd round, my hands would've went around his neck

Since I'm known for chokin’

Now this nigga mentioned before I was ever mentioned

You had a million views right? Okay I'II give you that

So that mean all these motha fuckas came here to see you right?

Shut the fuck up Dirtbox

Go on YouTube hit that search box nigga I'm t he only QP you notice

Temptation nigga you been hatin, nobody comin' to see you Otis

Round 3

QP (Quantum Physics)

He ain't lyin’, 2 years ago I had my…[unclear]…contract this Crip right out the blue

Even though you was amongst those gettjn’ eatin’

And havin’ dine-out reviews

I was in this kids corner, hell I took time out for you

Figured like a pirate I'd patch it up and keep an eye out for you

400 dollar deposit months before it even happened

Then I went to jail for weed in fractions, as I heard he was smack in

No show after no show, that's a re-nactment of how he was actin’

They started burnin’ bridges, few will say cause he was gassin

But they gon have to point someone to your aid cause I'm bringin’ the magic

You ain't know who you was fuckin’ with online

And now you bein' catfished

I would swing a burner, that's kitchen cabinets

You'd be dealin’ with some of salt without hittin’ backflips

Attractive, trained, steamed, imma baller maker

That'd leave this panhandler MIA now that's a Florida Gator

You Charmin soft, thank you for the favor

I make sure you get that issue same shit different toilet paper

No make sure you get that tissue, I aim shit, different toilet paper

I was supposed to fade ya, UFC.com we was supposed to fight on sight

Even with Kevin Hart's father's heart you gettin’ all right all rights

I'll positively charge at him, split you up right on splice

Since part will cool you down and put your eye on ice

You spent your 1ife on white, oh now I get it you Qleen Pachino

Keep it 100 before this battle when was the last time you seen a C-Note?

You act with my Dinero I'll turn this into the last movie scene Casino

it's to the cornfields with you, off bat you gon be DeVito

Not Devito, Joe Pesci, but y'all get it they both short as fuck

It's like every battle Paper gets ripped but also tore it up

It’s a fact, you're a quack, it woulda benefitted you more to duck

Cause this rebound battle will be what'll get you boarded up

Now you more than stuck on smack for 2 years in vain

I've been watchin’ things

Coke Cained you, murdered you brother enablin' a prophecy

That'd make your nostrils sting

You can have more to appeal if you were a Roxy fiend

That white powder kept getting’ you washed up try Oxy Qleen

Easy nigga

QP (Qleen Paper)

He couldn't of did no homework, give a fuck what this nerd say

You must ain't seen the John John battle when I told niggas

Buck what they heard and say

Bitch I bet you I got that 3rd today

This bout to be the most ridiculous round

Cause this shit get more ridiculous every round dog

Now y'all gon flip and go crazy after I let this round off

The fuck y'all ain't get it? I said y'all gon flip after I let this round off

Nah I said dog goin’ flip after I let this round off

I couldn't lose if I threw this fight purposely

Now if you a fan of the real QP, and you be site searchin’

Then you know there's no way possible this bitch might murder me

Now y'all might notice a slight urgency, of me tryna get it out

Like I'm tryna get in and out like burglaries

So lets get it, everything this man say nice, courtesy

Me? Whenever that cash goin’ I put my mask on like flight emergencies

Now Quentin hittin’ ain't tough, he'd never think anything like hurtin’ me

He just talkin’ trash, I'll spark his ass, open him up like surgery

Catch his walkin’ ass at the bus stop, bust shots

And leave him lyin’ on the bench like purgery

All y'all goin hear is click boom click boom click boom

Like that shotty spittin’ bombs

I'm a have everybody stretched out

Lookin' like he holdin’ class for pilates on his lawn

But make it fast cause knowin’ his fakin’ ass, police probably get along

And ain't' know fear in me bro, so let yo cheerleaders know

I'm catchin’ bodies with my arm

Nigga that glock stick to me, tam velcro strapped

You? You a hoe for starters, niggas can tell by your whole persona

You ain't never held no straps

Up here talkin 'bout off in me, naw

Niggas be cautious about crossin’ me I'm like railroad tracks

You disrespected my nigga Tall-T, rest in peace, that's a real nigga

It just so happened that Tall-Trapped

Fuck that nigga? Nigga I'll kill yo bitch ass to bring Tall-T back

In is block, 2 glocks under that Tall~T strapped

He talkin' all that Tall-T this and Tall-T that

What you gon do when I send you up where Tall-T at?