Planned Attack

I'll prob'ly hit you with another one of the most phenomenon shit Yo, it's the master don, yo, I hit you off lazy with my nigga Lord Quas Lord Quas in the place, master race MCs Comin' through like Thelonious Monk Madlib drop the horniest funk I'll leave you sunken like a crackhead's ass Drop the math on that ass fast 'Cause if we battle, your whole crew will be coming up in last Place, I hit you with a slow or fast pace Unconceptual mold, new breed to wreck the whole space We'll take you out, lacerate 'cause you was blind Hey, Lord Quas, did you hear the voices that you left behind? Ayo, are you the one? (And are you the one?) That took that nigga's life without using a gun (Rappers act so wild and love to profile) (Fronting hard but ain't got no style) Filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready Filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready I doubt that you're ready I doubt that you're ready I-I-I-I-I-I doubt that you're ready When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready Y'all niggas sham like y'all rolling on weight Your masquerade is hypocritical, y'all heading for fate Making the rap game look pitiful (what they doing?) If it was up to me, we would get rid of y'all Put a lid on all y'all fake ass niggas contradicting (I ain't say that) But when I drop my shit it's like I put my dick in The snare kicking, Madlib rush through digging (Yeah, I got beats for y'all to battle right here) Now watch the plot thicken I shut my ears while you run the lip service On purpose And get nervous, 'cause I'm about to serve this You ain't paid, you ain't paid You ain't paid, then your grade is incomplete Filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready Filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready Filthy from the ground on up When I plan m-my attack, I doubt-that you're-ready That you're ready I doubt that-that you're ready When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready