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[Intro] |
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While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits |
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[Verse 1] |
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(Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy with my nigga) |
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Lord Quas in the place |
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Master race MCs |
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Coming through like Thelonious Monk |
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Madlib drop the horniest funk |
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I'll leave you sunken like a crackhead's ass |
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Drop the math on that ass fast |
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Cause if we battle your whole crew will be coming up at last |
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Place, I hit you with a slow or fast pace |
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Unconceptual mold |
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New breed to wreck the whole space |
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We'll take you out |
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Lacerate cause you was blind |
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(Hey Lord Quas did you hear the voices that you left behind?) |
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Ayo, are you the one? |
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Nah, are you the one? (nah) |
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And took that nigga's life without using a gun |
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(Rappers act so wild, and love to profile |
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Fronting hard but ain't got no style) |
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[Hook] |
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(Scratching) |
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Filthy from the ground on up |
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When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready |
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Filthy from the ground on up |
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When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready |
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I doubt that you're ready |
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I doubt that you're ready |
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I doubt that you're ready |
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When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready |
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[Verse 2] |
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Y'all niggas sham like y'all rolling on weight |
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Your masquerade is hypocritical |
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Y'all heading for fate |
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Making the rap game look pitiful (What they doin?) |
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If it was up to me we would get rid of y'all |
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Put a lid on all y'all fake as niggas |
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Contradicting (I ain't say that) |
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But when I drop my shit it's like I put my dick in |
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The snare kickin' |
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Madlib rush through thinkin' |
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(Ya I got beats for y'all to battle right here) |
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Now watch the plot thicken |
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I shut my ears while you blurt the lip service |
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On purpose |
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You get nervous cause I'm about to serve this |
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(You ain't paid, you ain't paid |
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You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete) |
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[Hook] |
