(understandin' microphone mathematics) x5 Lord Quas: It's Lord Quas droppin' **** like some horses Imitating mindstate have you split like divorces of courses The new breed ******' up the mainstream Plus we gonna gain cream Keep doin the same thing elevatin' styles beyond explication turned up the notch increase the amplification madlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematics simple tactics so I can bag chips make you backflips like when I used to smack chicks now I just bag dips 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 Madlib (quas drop that number thing...) Lord Quas: I was born in 1973 I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street On the 21nd of December My pops shot 6 cops, I remember Never got caught 10 stitches got burnt by 7 *bleep* 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 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) (it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4 (mathematics...) x2
(understandin' microphone mathematics) x5 Lord Quas: It's Lord Quas droppin' **** like some horses Imitating mindstate have you split like divorces of courses The new breed ******' up the mainstream Plus we gonna gain cream Keep doin the same thing elevatin' styles beyond explication turned up the notch increase the amplification madlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematics simple tactics so I can bag chips make you backflips like when I used to smack chicks now I just bag dips 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 Madlib (quas drop that number thing...) Lord Quas: I was born in 1973 I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street On the 21nd of December My pops shot 6 cops, I remember Never got caught 10 stitches got burnt by 7 *bleep* 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 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) (it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4 (mathematics...) x2
