Lord Quas hit ya like a amazon (amazon)
I put ya in the lyric till I {?}
The Unseen, we keep it hot like links
In my gold chain, we rock top ranks
Always watch my back when around some snakes
Smilin’ in your face, actin’ fake
I snap on a n#gg# like an alligator (why’s that?)
That likes to chill, ain’t got validated
n#gg#s always actin’ like we related
We could try to rip it but you’ll never fade it
Madlib the bad kid in this sh#t
I’ll send Lord Such down to finish it
Back to basics droppin’ simple sh#t
As we bless you with that crate n#gg#’s temple sh#t
Play me slay me, you got problems
You get hemmed up, just like bell-bottoms
X3
Losses I take none, slaughter from day one
…let’s have a clean one
Straight up and down troop, don’t even play yourself
Return from the ashes, Madlib on file
(Lord Quas) with the style that stretches for miles
I used to walk through your area, fast delivery
Get keyed and key out, that shiny {?}
Antidotes for clear thoughts man
Travelers of air, wind space and
Wanna fire rocks, never come bland
Take out my left hand
Left right lung always expand (expand)
Tokin’ on that sh#t that have the next man stuck in quicksand
’cause I just contradictin’ like the Nixon
I kick the sh#t that make you think I’m on a sick one
Effect with the fly shit
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