Album Name : The Unseen
Release Date : 2000-09-01
Song Duration : 2:47
Quasimoto Bluffin'
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
Out the lost state of (sunny Californiaaa)