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  • [Intro]
    While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal ****s
    [Verse 1]
    (Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy with my *****)
    Lord Quas in the place
    Master race MCs
    Coming 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 at 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?
    Nah, are you the one? (nah)
    And took that *****'s life without using a gun
    (Rappers act so wild, and love to profile
    Fronting hard but ain't got no style)
    [Hook]
    (Scratching)
    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 doubt that you're ready
    When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready
    [Verse 2]
    Y'all ****** sham like y'all rolling on weight
    Your masquerade is hypocritical
    Y'all heading for fate
    Making the rap game look pitiful (What they doin?)
    If it was up to me we would get rid of y'all
    Put a lid on all y'all fake as ******
    Contradicting (I ain't say that)
    But when I drop my shit it's like I put my **** in
    The snare kickin'
    Madlib rush through thinkin'
    (Ya I got beats for y'all to battle right here)
    Now watch the plot thicken
    I shut my ears while you blurt the lip service
    On purpose
    You 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)
    [Hook]
  • [Intro]
    While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal ****s
    [Verse 1]
    (Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy with my *****)
    Lord Quas in the place
    Master race MCs
    Coming 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 at 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?
    Nah, are you the one? (nah)
    And took that *****'s life without using a gun
    (Rappers act so wild, and love to profile
    Fronting hard but ain't got no style)
    [Hook]
    (Scratching)
    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 doubt that you're ready
    When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready
    [Verse 2]
    Y'all ****** sham like y'all rolling on weight
    Your masquerade is hypocritical
    Y'all heading for fate
    Making the rap game look pitiful (What they doin?)
    If it was up to me we would get rid of y'all
    Put a lid on all y'all fake as ******
    Contradicting (I ain't say that)
    But when I drop my shit it's like I put my **** in
    The snare kickin'
    Madlib rush through thinkin'
    (Ya I got beats for y'all to battle right here)
    Now watch the plot thicken
    I shut my ears while you blurt the lip service
    On purpose
    You 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)
    [Hook]