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Madlib
Madlib
MC
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quasimoto
Quasimoto
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer

Lyrics

(My words burn through your exterior) (They eat away at your interior I'm superior) You're talking loud and saying nothing for the dollars You better off quitting, start working blue collar Lord Quas up in the place slapping out y'all phonies Y'all niggas is played like pimp sessions with tenderonis When y'all suckers gonna learn how this rap shit goes I hate it when the fake nigga try to doze Rap about his clothes and fakes ass stories and hoes Or how he shot up his rival foes Like I ain't heard that story befo' I had it up to here with the black on black Cos that shit is worse than a klan attack Some niggas brain lack Common sense, common knowledge and confidence We trying to put the stop to your wack incompetence Once we come through ain't no stopping this Once we come through ain't no stopping this I roll through like Rahsaan Roland Kirk So niggas better be alert when I insert (Ain't tolerating blatant disrespect for this artform) (You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for) Y'all dummies should have learned after Self Destruction Sucking negativity like a human suction Quasimoto crew bring the eruption So what's up when, we release the verbal dumping Y'all talking loud plus y'all saying nothing You're trying to wild out like David Ruffin Oh, them some niggas let the money control the soul And flip their goals, and end up in holes Some niggas is using this artform like jazz music It don't matter to some rappers, they just want to make the money Try to clock figures, we trying to climb ladders You talking about pulling triggers, talking 'bout your life don't matter But we roll through see we're Quasimoto auxiliary Lord Quas, father of invention, you mention we The Beat Conductor hit you like high consciousness Niggas feeling envy when they be watching us (So what the deal is dude think you got a little confused) (Tired of niggas flopping, they ain't hip they just hopping) (From one... style to the next) (Niggas want checks but need to check themselves) (It happened for the love of the game)
Writer(s): Heather Lynn Morgan, Anastasia Elliot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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