Quas
I was sittin' back reminiscing the other day
I was thinking about how it was to be a kid
Man, we had no problems
Remember back in the days when we was kids
Everything was much simpler, very easier
No worries
Now as we grow up
Many problems, more worries, more worries
In a hurry, remember?
When we was young we used to chase dogs and cats
Now the only thing I seem to chase is rats
The ones that wanna use me for my best stacks
Tryina fix me up without a jim hat
So you can get child support, yo it's a dirty act
So I gotta turn up on the dirty mat
(keep it on the low)
That's what everybody says
Is everybody like this?
Yeah man, I remember back in the days
I was never into girls, I was listening to music
Now look
When I was young, I used to chase rabbits
Now the only thing I seem to chase is bad habits
I gotta get a watch cause I'm never on time
Like when I bought that whole case of coronas and forgot lime (damn)
Roll up the weed and forget the lighter (hey, anybody got matches?)
Damn, I gotta get my shit tighter
Late for that, late for that
Wrong format, wrong sucker standing on my doormat
Yeah man
Can't seem to get away nowadays
I remember when I was a kid
Ladies & Gentlmen, Welcome to Violence
By word and the act, while violence cloaks itself in a plethora of disguises
It's favourite mantel still remains sex
Violence devours all it touchs, it's feracious appetite rarely fulfilled
Yet violence doesn't only destroy, it creates and moulds as well
Let's examine closely then this dangerously evil creation, this new breed
But a word of caution, [? ], don't drop your guard
This repacious new breed prowls both alone and in packs
Operating at any level, any time, any where and with any body...
Tomorrow never knows, usually tell it's too late
The day 3:16, when you meet your fate
The time of revelations is now, just look at the news
Shit happens everyday and the battle we lose
Look at the ozone layer, all the polluted waters
What kinda life we gonna have for our sons and daughters
Politicians, worse than the average bum
One brother bought a gun, started actin' dumb
We ain't got much longer if we keep up at this pace
Like common knowledge, guess some of us brothers learn late
I wonder if it's gonna end with earthquakes
Heart attack, cancer, AIDS, [Incomprehensible]
Tomorrow never knows what the future may bring
For the species that we call human being
Now that we all up in the new millennium
Scientists predict we gon' see plenty of
Destruction and chaos, big payoff
[Incomprehensible] worry 'bout gettin' laid off
I'm tryin' to figure out how we're gonna survive
If a mass disaster attacks and it'll take all your lives
Leave the rest to suffer for not believin' the ways
I wonder if the world is gonna end with earthquakes and tidal waves
I wonder if the others will pass, suffered from havin? slaves
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
[Quasimoto]
My honey's backs stay fat
And it's always like that
Not only in my house
But on the streets there's stack and stacks, you know
I don't move slow, I get my cash flow
And then I go where brotha's don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they don't understand that its Astro Black season
I'm in demand
I'm down with D-I-T-C, that's diggin in them cakes
And my potna Lord Such we always get crazy dates
I hit it right cause what goes around comes around
I always look out
I'm hittin hookers like a hound
In and out like a bout honey's always shout "good looking Quas"
Yeah with out a doubt
But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting dat ass in bandages
Ya big thighs you know I L-U-V
And next up is M-A-D who likes his asses F-A-T
[Madlib]
I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em, I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em
I like my asses fat not flat shake it now, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, shake them, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
Check it out
Yo Madlib is livin fat
Are you gentle or the type that what's to get your ass smacked
Diggin in some crates play something smooth
Teddy Pendergrass or Thelma P
However your body moves
I'm a top notch cake digga
Use my tool as the trigga
Get and hustle
Yeah yeah that's my nigga
But the sex I always take
But if your dip screams rape, like Kobe Bryant I'd be up state
And you know that a fact black
So if she say no it means no and that's that
No matter how cute or big breasted
A you heard she's got the boot
She got to get the exit
A little mad I didn't hit it
So I dialed 7 digits to some skins that's wit it
We can bone in my closet that's my logic
But not everyday because I'm working on my projects
Wash ya ass and take it easy
Or act like Ray Charles cause you know you can't see me
I like to sex one but I might take on two or even three
Dang y'all look like triplets
All me
Drop in that ass like bad demo's
And pullin all the cuties with no problemo
That's right cause I'm a gamer
Girl left you for me, Lord Quas I don't blame her
Step back
Get your sticks and your bats
Tryin to step up cause my girls asses are fat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses
[Madlib]
If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week
But then I would have no money for when I'm with my freak
Fuckin with these records I ain't never going to sleep
But that's how it is when you're into this shit
[Quasimoto]
Want this
[Madlib]
Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick
[Quasimoto]
What about your beat
[Madlib]
Spending 2 hours looking for a certain kick
I ain't about to buy a beat man
I can't even find a disk man to sell it
Man, what the fuck
I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers"
Rock and Roll
Now I'm over here on smashing your speakers
Boss 303
MP 1200
MPC 4000
Do my loop dumping
Numbing
You know how it goes
Really, really y'all know how it goes
Music taking over your body
Beat taking over your soul
I be passing up parties, quit parties
But never passing a bowl
Pass me that weed
Psychedelic record covers
Jazz standards
Funk soul
That's a choir
Eletronic patterns
It's the raw addict
My A is tape comfort over ill record static
Oh, oh, oh addict
Ya'll better scram like I'm Broadway Sam
Well I say
[Quasimoto]
Damn
[Madlib]
Don't curse me, that's gods way man
The ill loop digga
Catch me in your record place
Let a nigga dig
Give a pound
Put a curse on you
I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the torture
I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll
Lace you with some fire rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
Fuckin' with the loss gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why, oh why, oh why, did you have to slip?
Fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly
(Put a curse on you)
I make your whole life backwards 'cause I'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean all the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
('Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em)
(Goes to heaven you go)
(Rum and coke and cocaine)
(And I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because
(Put a curse on you)
Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too
Plus you take da arm put them on the line too
Pimp get the behind, hit'cha get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies to)
(Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce)
(Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(Put a curse on you)
Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening
Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
I guess it always pulls up by the night
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black ass
Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
Where's the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run?
You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway
The strange plant they brought in my garage
They get large, then they gather the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze
Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra
Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes
See the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
Inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
Classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you like a backspin
Yeah, like a backspin
We got the jazz, my man
Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk
Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher
Up and John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
Even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class
Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders
Paul Bley, Thelonious Monk, Norman Conners
Albert Ayler, John Coltrane, McCoy Tyner
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to Bluenote and Black Jazz
Impulse, CTI records and Plusga
Verve to Milestone, Atlantic and Muse
There's plenty more that I could name but ya'll won't put them to use
Anyway, I love jazz my man
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
David Sanborn
Universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
Never touch the breeze this is sticky green leaves
(Put it in the dutch it gets stuck on yo touch)
Pack it in the bong, last long, have you on fresh
Light it up
Role it
Pass it around
The scientists have found, check the rail compound
(Well if you look over here (I like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
Right there to the left!)
(My man with the rasta got the best green pasta
Tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)
Anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
I'll have that shit with madlib
We could bounce to that shit
Make a basket full of cookies
Make ya feel like a rookie
Make you eat a lot and maybe go get some nookie
(Highpowered shit so we can do our astro travelling)
Around the world, on a smoke tour, dabbeling
The most best of weed, amsterdam humble seeds
Weeds weeds weeds, is what we all needs needs
Light it up
Role it
Pass it around
Hehe, Good morning Sunshine
(Damn) Good morning sunshine
(Yo) Good morning sunshine sunshine
Good morning Sunshine-shine
I ain't the cat y'all saw yesterday
I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway
Whole new ballgame, (whole new day!)
Bugs you, don't it?
You overgrown headlight
I asked you for the last time, why you so one kind?
How many years a time I ask you?
You just make us blue
You don't look out for us the more you do
Curious, curious, yellow, ain't you
(Now, I ain't religion)
You know I don't go for that chosen few
(All right just testing you)
Rain.
That sure is lame
You must think I stone lost my brain
Rain
Boy, that sure is lame
Good morning sunshine
I ain't the cat y'all saw yesterday
I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway
Whole new ballgame, (whole new day!)
Curious, ain't ya?
Curious, yellow, ain't ya?
My Aunt Emma
She drowned in that boat on labor day
She was wearing that big wide yellow hat
It was all yellow and brand new
The hat was green and she was too,
(Everyone was there)
When they found her
Because she didn't come up right away
Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her bad ways
But he always talk like that anyway
(It's contradicting)
Trying to scare folks into his trade
(Be praised)
At least that's what my Uncle Leroy used to say
And he was always a practical one
In the family anyway
(The bitch in the park has your number
It's gonna hit today)
Good morning, sunshine
I ain't the cat you saw yesterday
At least, I mean by tomorrow I won't be, anyway
And the first thing I'm gonna do is send down a box load of roses
And have em put on Aunt Emma's grave
Next I'm gonna buy myself some shades
So if I'm out today, I won't have to look at you
Laaaaast time you and that district Cadillac
[MF Doom]
Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays
Madvillain get more spins than the power plays
These hens served them a tower of praise
Wet more Timb's than agua from shower sprays
First dropper to the last
The same way the super got hits for that ass
Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat
Stamp here go a kite to the world
It's more nasty than what you write your so called girl
Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades
He say these black negro's is crazy
Hey these wack trees don't even phase me
Part of a new way
Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face
Play home base
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Ask yourself the same question
Don't mention it to him or any of his henchmen
this flows style in exceptionally
it grows wild and splits exponentially
[Quasimoto]
MF DOOM, QUAS high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper
Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts
Lightweight
Ya bald head like Cojack
[Madlib]
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat
[Quasimoto]
Like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross
Ya hat toss
[Madlib]
Ya'll niggaz on some skinny dip
[Quasimoto]
Looking at his henny sip
Look at little pretty chicks
Sucka's tryin to penny flip
niggaz looping any shit
[Quasimoto]
Yo, yo
What's the password, curse word, last word
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while ya'll nigga's all be killin
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
[Quasimoto]
Always on the up and up
Chocolate heat for beat
Ya sucka's always fuckin up
Never fake
No Flake
Upon flake
Cake
I woke around this mornin? at 7:30
Head hurtin' and my stomach felt funny
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky
Suckers swarm around, many begin to die
Shitty smell run across the whole city
Nuclear toxic now we won't feel no pity
Many die from ebola, many from AIDS
Mexicans, whities, Japaneses and spades
Indian, Iranian, and all them others
'Bout to find out for self, we got the phantom
See which side of the game is over there
Well is this it, the end of civilization?
Are we prepared? Well, I hope so
Here's the official stolen government training film
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising
Today you have to stay on your toes
When you're walkin' the streets
And stalkin' the sheets, stay on the low
Go to the wrong territory and get blown
Some brotha's ain't even knowin?
Revelations are is on its way like ya next spliffs
So get your mental uplift while we shootin' the gift
Black magic chants, mass eat per cold clams
Be on the sky, take a glare, look around, wonder why
We must be born to die
Classified ultra secret, Air Force generals only
Ten hut, at ease, men, take your seat
This is General Curtis Goatheart
If you are viewing this
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5
("Bump the Boom Music nine times out of ten i use it to start this way")
[Quasimoto]
"Hey yo Madlib("Who ME?") ya why don't you hit em up with that high speaking"
(Madlib)
I gets high and start taking out wack selections
First by electin' EricB for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamon D and the whole DITC
Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3
Back when style was the name belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, Sticky green trees
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5
("Bump the Boom Music nine times out of ten i use it to start this way")
[Madlib]
Hey yo Quas hit em with that green talk
[Quasimoto]
Oh I gets high and starts taking out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always Pull It , let the bullet slide through to the left
Went so far undergroud with out diggin ended up in west
China
Yo Style sounds like youve been eating some bad vagina
The Unseen you Unclean Niggas mad cause youcan't find us
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence") [X5]
Yeah, check me out, check me out
Public enemy number one
Lord Quas up on the set, word bet
Bad character you see up on the screen
I'm just sinful, vicious
Guess who's the new bad character in town?
Causin' mischief in your city, hey watch out, spit that shit around
I'll smack a nigga with a brick, talkin' outta place
Like I was sniffin' paint laced, flyin' up outta space
Lord Quas, put your best through a metamorphis
Have ya' slavin' in my dungeon while I'm eatin' swordfish
So bitch wait, we watchin' pornos with Romes
We analyze for the astro-black shit
Madlib got the grass to get so we get lit
We commence to astro-travellin'
Grabbin' up skins, so we can play a game of javelin
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character, bad character
I'm always lookin' under some girl's dress
With a vest, 'cause some ducks wanna put me to rest
Now I'm a soldier in the town drinkin' Butterfly Snapple
I walk around the streets passin' out poisoned apples, oh shit he's dead
Now it's time to skip town, I know who it was
Hey yo, you dirty niggaz know how I get down
I'll stab a nigga in the chest with pitchfork from behind
And rob some rich folk for makin' my ancestors eat swine
Y'all niggaz commin' slower than guns
While I'm on the run, the director
I'm labeled as a bad character
Yo, I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I warned you folks!
I warned you sista'!
Quasimoto we keep it on that next shit
Lord Quas Mr. Budha-skeeta,
Madlib control the head dip
We do it volume 2 taking over is a new breed
Takin' out the right niggas, speaking on hatred and greed
It's universal (what's up now) Lord Quas yo my verse will
Have em leavin with a stash for some prize money yo a purse full
Yo you gotta have comprehension for this wack MC convention
Another Madlib invention to get your attention
We comin' for the dungeon lyrical surgeons
Beat heard, splurgin' (We'll open you up like a virgin)
Keep it clean like a public washing machine
Visine for your ears (loud raw be The Unseen)
Ay yo (suckas try to bring it but strickly be bluffin')
(Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough) ehh
So tough MC's ain't really saying nothing
Ay yo suckas try to bring it but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough ehh
I get deep like fathoms in ocean water
To drug and wack artificial sinada
And all the wack shit,
I use ya'll niggas like remotes
Remove you like coats with both hate and irritatin' like a soar throat
I ain't lucky vet my shelter
Tell ya'll niggas to freeze 'fore they bite my lyrical shells
Word to Mr. Budha, ya'll niggas soundin' like intruders
(Yo I remember them niggas from way back, ya'll niggas ain't gonna shoot us)
I love callin' out you fake so so's on every coast
Some niggas always actin' like hoes
Talkin' 'bout they wanna freestyle but can't even rock a show
Or write a cool song,
probably just an average joe blow
On deez nuts,
'cuz I'm coming for ya
Yo, we got the basic instinct to keep the party live
We got y'all niggas open, hit you with the party vibe
I'm cruising like skating in Central Park
With a box portraying the menace
I got the forty on my lap, my tape playing Boom Bap
The nigga next to me talking about, “What up man, that shit not my style.”
I said yo chill with that, we ain't having no black-on-black
I gave him a slap on the blackhand side, pulled out a fat sack
Now we spark it live every day of the week
Keep a nigga from getting tweaked up inside this piece
I fall on niggas like a rain child
When we're wrecking up the scene we bring the pain loud
And wow, Quasimoto rock on and on (Check one two)
Quasimoto rock on and on
Till the break of dawn, we rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
(Check one two come through with the vibe that picks ya up)
Quasimoto rock on and on till the break of dawn
(Come through with the vibe that picks ya up)
Yo, we got the basic instinct to keep the party live
We got y'all niggas open, hit you with the partyvibe
It goes yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
We will leak all out the streets y'all
Do your auditory raw, never take a fall
Just call on Lord Quas, you know we'll always keep it raw
Like my nigga Madlib, we manifested from the west
No one protest, I keep myself free from stress
Plus I drop in sight like Mike Minelli
I keep my cherry on top but that's a Blackberry
But anyways, Quasimoto rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
(Check one two come through with the vibe that picks ya up)
Quasimoto rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
(Check one two come through with the vibe that picks ya up)
Quasimoto rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
(Check one two come through with the vibe that picks ya up)
Ay yo the other day some nigga hit me up
Said yo what you got left
Cuz he heard mad shit, he tried to put me to the test
I lay like 150 more styles on him
I was flipping mad taste, spitting shit out like phlegm
He couldn't even understand the progress
I was smoking on the criz
While he lit up the stress
No more, when that shit touch my chest
Always got the orange hairs when it's time to bless
I guess, that's why I'm always on a higher plane
To gain past the wealth and fame
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Manifest, I be catching the vibe
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
Straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Ay yo, I keep it butter while you're artificial flavor
Even though I'm independent and your label is a major
Your watered down status sound like you're Johnny Mathis
Only one album and already your path is the wrong one
While I be on the strong one, you'll be in for a long one
I hit this bong one, time, picture vibe, why you can't?
Cuz you keep it phony like Kevin Mahoney
Strikes champs I be strictly trying to blow out your amp
On the buzz bye, the ill loop digga man
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Manifest, I be catching the vibe
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
Straight manifest, I be catching the vibe
Just like seasons change I bring rainfall
Or sunshine when it's summer time, y'all
Or cold shoulders when it's winter time, pa
Colors when it's spring I seem to stand tall
Different time, different day, different way
The original way with subliminal breaks, instant plays
Good vibes like we on some Roy Ayers
Lady luck like we the Ohio Players
(Hey Quas I still see a lot of 'em sleeping)
They gotta just wake up
Mathematically putting it down, scientists of sound
Like chord changes switching around we got the illest sound
Top choice, low rate, no gate, high voice
It's like we dipped the beat in water now we up on moist
Ain't got no time for haters only loved ones
But don't think we are all sweet you catch a mental shove
Speaking this language of music bringing harmony
(I'm glad you all made it to my show
By the way:? music is in the house
Understandin' microphone mathematics
It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses
Imitatin' your mindstate have you split like divorces of courses
The new breed fuckin' up the mainstream
Plus we gon' gain cream
Keep doin' the same thing
Elevatin' styles beyond explication
Turned up the notch increase the amplification
Madlib got ya bumpin' in your upper story
While I drop the microphone mathematics
Like when I used to smack chicks
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
You try keepin' it real
(yet you should try keepin' it right
It's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
Quas, drop that number thing
I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street
On the 22nd of December
My pops shot 6 cops, I remember
In the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar riches
On the 3-4, I broke about a dozen mics
On the 1, 2s, I took out a hundred crews
365 days to a year, subtract it off your life
In 2000, that's the end of strife
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
You try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
Yer... Quasimoto Crew
Yo it's the Loop-Digga
Looky here It's the return again of the beat fixer
Dropping like we on a tape at a [uncomprehendable] mixers
Couldn't comprehend because of ill mystic fixtures
Compose a piece of scenery that will leave a picture
Rebirth cycle, 360 turnaround, outbound
In your ear so you're learning now
Body sounds, karma turn-arounds
[Got you?] (smoking shhh) like you're
bobby brown
It's the champion sound, at least half of it
Ay yo we champion bound, don't try to laugh at it
There ain't no amp in your sound or better yet soul
So I'm turning it down...
It's Lord Quas laying back like I'm paralyzed
The hydro-chronic got me looking like there is a fire in my eyes
Trying to find a better way to cook top ramen
But there ain't one... but anyway ive still got the munchies
I'd make a grilled cheese but there ain't none
I guess i'll have sex to get my mind of food and a big bowl of Chex
Let me get in the mood before my girl gets mad
I keep thinking of food, Taco Bell, Jack In The Box, McDonalds dude
I told my girl that she looked like a pear
(i was hungry I didn't mean anything by it)
(Hey Madlib, what's the word for the day?)
I got to get all this stress off my chest
One of my closest niggas told me he had to get a vest
Some niggas might be rolling up to his wifes[?]
Talking about they going to rob him, put his manhood to the test
(Why brothers got to act so scandalous?)
(Mad at us) 'cos we ain't no janitors
Always looking at me smiling, popping off the lip
Asking how much I clock, talking about my grip
Talking about how they saw me in a magazine, "you're looking clean"
(What's up with hooking up my team?) - Man, I ain't got no label
When I ain't around, my name-o is up in your mouth
Your whole story is fishy like you went down South
Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues
You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true)
Everybody want to act like they know
Everybody want to act, think[?], front
Triple egos
Snakes all around my back, trying to see where I at
Suckers acting like they know me,
Met them last night and now they're talking about that they my homies
Yo it, always get frustrating when a nigga starts hating
And then be out like Walter Payton
Only see them when they need something
But never ever see them when you need something
That's how it's been so I don't play the fool nigga
You should too[?], go back to school
Prepare to get used, like honeys on booze, fools
You choose whether you want to lose
But when I ain't around, my name-o is up in your mouth
Your whole story is fishy like you went down South
Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues
You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true)
Come on feet x5
Come on feet, cruise for me(do ya thang)
Shuffle ain't no place to be!
Come on feet, do ya thang (aw nah, you all know why he's gained)
Come on legs, come on run(guilty? what'd he say you've done!?)
Come on knees, don't be mean
Come on knees, cause that ain't the first red you've ever seen
Come on feet, do ya thang(come on baby!)
Don't caca on me(come on baby!)
Don't give in on me
Come on legs, come on cruise for me
Come on feet, cruise for me
Come on run! (who put the bad mouth on me?)
Anyway the way I pick them up and put them down
Even if they got my name down they won't catch me now (won't catch me now)
Never put us on some cold ass ground
Sure it was dark, never been out this late(mama!)
Anyway, safe and sound but we broke the olympic to twenty-- cross country or something
Whatever happened to the sun? shoulda gone away
Sure blacker than a landlords soul
Must have run all day x4
Come on feet, cruise for me
Come on feet, come on run(cruise for me)
Come on feet x2
L-l-loop digga...
[Hook] x4
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Some niggas be sampling the same ass shit
Some niggas be looping up them played out hits
But that's more for me, plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
That you ain't heard yet, we building up respect
Then come the check, then I cash chips
Now I go get more stacks of wax
Fuck CDs, cassettes, 8-tracks and DATs
Fuck all that shit, cat
I remember I was stealing old records from my aunt's closet
Back in the days I didn't even know that I could make a profit off it
I dropped loops to make you feel like you was taking swingers
Yo, it's the return, nigga
[Hook] x4
Madlib: Excuse me...
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: The prices on these records right here?
Vendor: Oh, the jazz records? Oh those aren't marked dude... but if you look over here... do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Uh do you have any uhh... Stanley Cowell? 1970s stuff...
Vendor: I've never heard of him...
Madlib: "Strata East" or something...
Vendor: Has he got any hits?
Madlib: Got any of that?
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there, you got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Oh, Grant Green? Yes. 1958. Blue Note Records.
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I'm looking for that shit it's on Atlantic, 1968
Vendor: No, um, sorry.
Madlib: What kinda breaks you got then?
Vendor: We got a wide selection of Simon Harris
Madlib: Simon Harris breaks? Nah, I'm looking for some shit with some real soul.
Vendor: Shit? Excuse me?
Madlib: Fuck? Fuck it.
Vendor: Got Redbone Breaks.
Madlib: Y'all got any reggae up in this?
Vendor: We have no reggae in here.
Madlib: Nothing?
Vendor: No, nothing.
Madlib: Shit, I'm out.
Yo, Madlib... yo...
I know you comin' with all this other shit man
But I want you to hit them with that raw shit right about now
You know what you gotta do
One two, one two, a selective approach
Provise the essential conditions, for creative freedom
Uh-oh, I got shit on deck, it's like a pelican
The beacon's def to orchestrate, put you under my spell again
I drop the soul inside your ear hole
Add the bass line, then I hit you with a fat drum roll (Hit it!)
I'm tackling gods and dogs on Holy Thursday
Like David Axelrod, I keep it raw from the first day
I want it in the worst way
Don't play more than $10
Get together with Kan-Kick it's like we loop scholars
Steven, Cliff and Jordan's on down to Willy Mason's (?)
Propositions (?)
It's like I got a goldmine in my soul supply
Niggas askin' "Yo, Madlib, why you waste so much money on records and getting high, man?"
Man, I got no time for silly shit
Throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit
Yo it's the...
I know you're tired of dumb shit so check this hit
I see the neck-breaking, butt-shaking freaks of this year
Yeah, so peep the speed, I love how it go
Your neck turning cos your head already know
So pass that ---- and watch Quas dip fast
And have honeys back in the jeep catching whiplash
Backs so fat, how do ya'll don't smile?
Take my dick to the motel, do things that make you raise your eyebrows
I'm coming soon, ya'll about to get ----
So hit that poon or protect your d---
Eject, wrong, I'm still stabbing with my prong
Blowing up lots, you'd be thinking he was sitting on a nail bomb
Stay on and keep rocking please
I feel sorry for the blind men that ain't seeing these
Acting, we roll with bad tens or basics
After I'm down I pass it off to the next face
She has her head turned cos she knows her backs is fat
Shake it up like this and a little like that
She got your head turning cos her face ain't wack
But move on like this and then like that
She got your head turning but she look like a snack
Now it's on like this and then like that
She got your head turning cos her backs is fat
Shake it up like this and then like that
Them backs pack energy like nuclear reactors
My name is Lord Quas and this be the broad factor
After, please don't choose me I'll take a coke
(Look) the girl here over there [?]
No jokes, I see tan lines and start aiming mines
That girls so fine, a hundred dumb niggas in line
Bump into my old ex-girl, now we blending
And I'll [?], don't say jack, now I'm quiet like a ninja
I enter, freaks, so you should expect (what?)
To practice yoga so we can get other postions set
We got sexed up, guess what? I'm the one that gon' hit it
You won't neglect it, my jim be employing paramedics
I get it, yeah and it'll stay that way
I know you'll be back, I got some dimes on layaway
And I'll be here freaking fly honeys that make you sway
(You Ain't No Astronaut) But We've Been Out There In Orbit. And Walked Further Than The Moon Ain't We (Ain't We). Ten To One Of You Found A Dude. Straightened You As Good As Me. Wouldn't Be No More Angel To Me Anyway (Anyway). (Ain't Gon Pull No Train On You.) (Yea Man That Shit Was Wildin'.) (No Fray Train Anyway.) (Maybe One Or Two After The Surprise Eve.) (He's First Cuz It's His Party.) (First As Four As They'll Know Anyway.) (And It Ain't How It Look Like Rain Tonight Anyway.) (Come On, Come On)
Uh oh oh madlib here comes ol willy watch out
good evening misters, ladies
peace praise god, a blessing out to the rest
speaking of love and peace and god
you know the bus
you mind showing a little christian kindness to me
(i can sure use a taste well i aint got nothin to hide)
you can ask the doctor im a serious case
(common brotha lemme get that taste)
its a medical emergency as you can see
i aint no attict (fools) who's ever heard of a junkie as old as me
i just want my tape how about it, no, i aint no dope attict
who ever heard of a junkie as old as me
(common folks, how about that ok, sorry man i got no change
nah, i see, i see)
my story sat in him, believe you me (what about a little somethin to show you)
just have a little pity, yeah, common folks(common folks)
ya got a little booze for me, would you believe that a woman used to belong to me, yup
how about ya please lay a little change on me, ok, nah i see, i see
(how about that taste folks, lay that change on me ok, nah, i see, i see)
how about a little change pretty please,(OK)
hey i already have none man(nah i see)
no, hennessy incredible hulk corona heineken, bloody mary martinis
red booze vodka henny, cabosian ripple, night train moonshine
johny walker champainge brandy red or white wine
you mind showing a little christian kindness to me(cause i could sure use a taste)
oh i aint got nothin to hide, you can ask a doctor, i'm a serious case
common please(lemme get that taste) its a medical emergency as you can see
I like my asses fat not flat
My honey's backs stay fat, and they're always like that
Not only in my house but on the streets there's stack and stacks, you know
I don't move slow, I get my cash flow
And then I go where brother's don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they don't understand
That its Astro Black season, I'm in demand
I'm down with D-I-T-C, that's digging in them cakes
And my partner Lord Such we always get crazy dates
I hit it right cause what goes around comes around
Always look out, I'm hitting hookers like a hound
In and out like a bout honey's always shout
(Good looking Quas), yeah without a doubt
But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages
The big thighs you know I L-U-V
And next up is M-A-D who like his asses F-A-T
Check it out, yo Madlib is livin fat
Are you gentle or the type that want to get your ass smacked
Digging in some crates, play something smooth
Teddy Pendergrass or M.O.P. however your body move
I'm a top notch cake digger
Use my tool as a trigger, getting hustle
(Yeah that's my nigga)
But the sex I always take
But if the dip screams rape, like Kobe Bryant I'd be up state
(And you know that's a fact black)
So if she say no it means no and that's that
No matter how cute or big-breasted
Eh you heard she's got the boot, she got to get the exit
A little mad I didn't hit it
So I dialed 7 digits to some skins that's with it
We can bone in my closet that's my logic
But not every day because I'm working on my projects
Wash your ass and take it easy
Or act like Ray Charles cause you know you can't see me
I like to sex one but I might take on two, or even three
(Dang y'all look like triplets) All me
Dropping that ass like bad demos
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right cause I'm a gamer
(Your girl left you for me, Lord Quas, I don't blame her)
(Step back), get your sticks and your bats
(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)
Madlib]
Brother Madlib invasion
Check it out
(Yo, Quasimoto taking over these airwaves
Flip the bow, never hitting with fair play)
My style hit you all in your auditory
Now adays when I buy a tape, yo that shit be boring me
I be paying good money, to hear some whack shit
Take it back to the warehouse and tracked it
We be moving on you, we up on the nine week(?)
Stepping over this way, you just might find fate
We on it like a witch hunt, I recommend Astro black
When you're talk about trying stitch stunts
Told to motivate the Digga of the crates
Invest ya loot, Digga be heard, every state molested
(Why you trying to cross over black?)
I be getting high, keeping it fat.
Check it out
Madlib the bad kid, I'm the one that'll hit you with the total bliss
Whether the X crisp, the mad thirty poppin' hits(?)
My shit sound better than yours, I got divorced
Why you going off course like you're given them drawers
Yo its the beat conductor, ya I wen't on tour
The only thing different is that you see a lot more
Niggas frontin', bitches stuntin',
(So Lord Quas keep it onto something, even if it's nothing)
(Yo why's that) Cuz most ya'll niggas is about bluffin'
While we just trying to keep it on A-Stac(?)
Because the static what ya huffin'
Word to ASAP, ya'll need to bring it back
Hey, can I buy them trees?
You got them trees on you?
Got any of that killa?
Lemme get that purple too, that purple
Willy, don't start trippin', I ain't got no change
This my weed right here
Smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
Never touch the freeze, just the sticky green leaves
(Put it in the dutch it gets stuck on your touch, woah)
Pack it in the bong, last long, have you on crutch
Light it up
(Roll it)
Pass it around
The scientists of sound check the real compound
Well if you look over here
I like that glass bong
(That one?)
That big, blue glass one right there
The $200 one right there
(I don't see it. Do you have the money for it?)
Right there, to the left
(Okay, you show me)
(My man with the rasta got the best green pasta)
Tree trunk buds
(But that good shit'll cost ya)
Anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
I'll have that shit with Madlib
We could bounce to that shit
Make a batch of cookies
That'll make you feel like a rookie
Make you eat a lot
Maybe go get some nookie
(High powered shit so we can do our astro travelin')
Around the world on a smoke tour, dabblin'
The most and best of weed
Amsterdam and humble seeds
Weeds, weeds, weeds is what we all needs, needs
(Light it up)
Roll it
Pass it around
Ayo, I sparkdala, you sparkdala,
Everyday anyway yo, I sparkdala
(Ayo Madlib, explain to these people why you so dedicated to that tree you've been smoking)
Ayo, if you don't know I smokedala daily
I been smoking since I was sixteen (yo, really?)
Word to my moms, I strictly smoked bombs
I smoked with dykes, hardheads and Uncle Toms
Lawyers, beat-makers, junkies and flunkies
Niggas that look like monkeys, smoking on skunky
Sticky in the movies niggas, ask before you hit
Down in the basement, we always get bent
Create that ill shit that make you wanna smoke
Choke out the throat, always got it in my coat
Or in my pocket where the gold is still target
If you my nigga then you know we gonna spark it
(Why?) Cos I smoked the lye, everyday anyway yo, I sparkdala
I smokedala so much my breath smells like the bottom of a bong (ew)
My tastes dirty long [?]
Its left the shit smoke up [?]
It gets strong in my chest, makes you smoke the stress
Now I strictly smoke chronic so I can feel the sonic
Drinkin' 40's, that's my tonic (Pass that bubbler)
When niggas smoke my shit, they all be on it
Yo, we flying through your neighborhood in hyperspeed
Astro travellin off that hydro weed
I always keep my weeds on deck, smokin la
(Yo, anywhere, everywhere, I spark the la)
Never hittin no coke, that's no joke
And yo, I don't poke needles in my veins
I don't be goin for broke
Strictly haze for days, travellin higher
Petty people's down, wonderin why I'm so wired
Cause we astro travellin, smokin sticky green
Then we mental over madlib instrumentals
Pull out the water tube
I got the water jewels
On the level, then all the negatives seckle
Tranquility but still on the rugged
Like a gentle giant unplugged tokin on bud
Man, I get so high I hope I don't start babblin
Yo, we astro travellin
(Yo, you know we bout to)
Yo, we flying through your neighborhood in hyperspeed
Astro travellin off that hydro weed
I always keep my weeds on deck, smokin la
(Yo, everyday, anyday, yo, I spark the la)
Never hittin no coke, that's no joke
And yo, I don't poke needles in my veins
I don't be goin for broke
Strictly haze for days, travellin higher
Petty people's down, wonderin why I'm so wired
Cause we astro travellin, smokin sticky green
Then we mental over madlib instrumentals
Pull out the water tube. I got the water jewels
On the level, then all the negatives seckle
Tranquility but still on the rugged
Like a gentle giant unplugged tokin on bud
See coming through
I hope it will come another
We ll take you out
Hey yo are you the one?
Are you the one
I took that niggas life
Without using a gun
But aint got no style
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
Making a rap play
If was up to me
I was ready yo
But when I drop my shit it s like
Cause I m about to service
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
I doubt that you re ready
When I planned my attack I doubt that you re ready
