It Won’t Stop

By Typical Cats

On Typical Cats

Released on February 6, 2001

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[Verse 1: Qwazaar]

These veterans better get ready for severin' and blood sheddin'

Fuck a gun, when I'm finished, there's no bodies to place the lead in

Beheadin' the beast with sharp blades

They're so heavy that when they touch you

They crush you before they even get a fuckin' chance to cut you

You ain't fucking with Qwazaar

Vocally slay all with eight bars

The only one hard enough that he can rape God

Verbally take y'all through hell and back

Your scabs are peelin' back

Drain the blood from your skull then nail it back

I'm killin' rap

Scars carved, am I gonna have to mark the death count?

In a boxing match, I snatch your breath out then count the ref out

I thought I warned you, death is upon you

With steel cleats, I'm stompin' on you

Ghosts from the past, cats I killed hunt you

Miniature missiles launch through your chest cavity

I love the smell of your burnt flesh actually

I love the sound of your burnt flesh

Hittin' the ground from the cause of the gravity

I spit concrete reality, it won't stop


[Hook]

Always and forever, Qwazaar, on and on, on and on

Qwazaar, see this shit never stops, always and forever

Qwazaar, on and on, on and on, Qwazaar, it don't stop


[Verse 2: Qwazaar]

It won't stop until I see the coroner closing you up

After pulling the bullet from out of the hole that opened you up

Armageddon in flesh

Manifest and feel the chill from my breath

These punches'll punch through your chest with a fist full of death

Even a death before sedition

The type o' shit that'd convert the four horsemen to Christian

Paganistic worshippin', harsh rippin'

I spill your blood across the altar the four fifth and lift you

If I'm God, then I ain't gotta explain why I'm comin' to get you

You think we battlin'? Bitch, listen

I'm comin' to kill you

Stick you till the blood spills on cats you brought with you

My blade'll split you

Bringin' them with you was a bad choice

As a matter of fact, I blast five nines

You can ask Royce for telepathic ability

I place thoughts in your mind that's so hard to grasp

That when you try to spit 'em, it's not your voice

The evidence of pain is all over you, sir

For whatever it's worth these murderous words'll put Jehovah in dirt

Set it off, apocalyptic holocaust off on all of you, brutally awful

You hear the cries from God callin' you

(on and on and it don't quit)


[Outro]

It won't stop until I see the heads feelin' the beat

It won't stop until I see the blood spillin' in streets

It won't stop until I read about who murdered your crew

It won't stop until I see the heads feelin' the beat

It won't stop until I see the blood spillin' in streets

It won't stop until I read about who murdered your crew

It won't stop until I speak these words to you

On and on, It don't stop, on and on and on and on

Always and forever, Qwazaar

See this shit never stops

It don't stop