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The Front Quasimoto 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 rest Talking about they going Discipline 99 Pt. 1 (feat. Wildchild) Quasimoto LP's That's the MC to raise the roof Its not a promo So wheres the photo Of Quasimoto Hes looking in the back ready to attack wack MCs with peanut butter.. wolf Who drops the beats that make you stutter The Unseen Quasimoto Quasimoto representing the unseen Immortal stats yo we got invisible clean Advanced rhyme scene out of lou beans The unseen we keep it clean like a diamond ring Or dirty like a one night fling But i bet Bullyshit Quasimoto Hey Quas, let em know why you the bad character I only come out when the sky gets dark, in the night time We get sharp light, when it's the right time I run around town scalping old folks for butter knives Catchin' The Vibe Quasimoto Verse 1 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 Basic Instinct Quasimoto 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 up in Venice With a box portraying the menace I Axe Puzzles Quasimoto Spy, on dust Leaving grenades on your brain, cause we flying high Lord Quas run the Voodoo town, I do the Pharaoh's Dance Plus drink the Bitches Brew, living with the Spanish Key I'll meet you in the Sanctuary Greenery Quasimoto 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 Green Power Quasimoto 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 1994 Quasimoto Let me take you on a Quasimoto rhyme ride Saturday night, puffin herb, got the vibe 8 miles high, got your imagination At a fragmentary state, Lord Quas the great for God sakes If you're lookin' for some Am I Confused? Quasimoto my girlfriend keeps trying me where the fuck you going She thinks she can buy me To cover up the mind see Pretty soon she's gonna be crying see When I have to tell her about these kids on the way from Tomorrow Never Knows Quasimoto 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 Jazz Cats Pt.1 Quasimoto 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 Players Of The Game Quasimoto We're all apart of the game Verse 1: Quasimoto Will smile in your face for a taste of the cheese Fallin' out of the races, stay on your Qs & Ps Ps & Qs Good news, bad news Shitty reviews, a critic's appraised Civilization Day Quasimoto I woke around this morning at 7:30 thirty Head hurtin and my stomach felt funny funny Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky Sucker's swarming around Many begin to die Shitty smell run across MHB's Quasimoto Money-hungry bitches all up in my face Trying to play the role yo I put them in their place Schemes and dreams to get the dollars from Them niggas acting dumb, always getting done While she's bringing Hydrant Game Quasimoto Shit was crazy Don't go away- don't go away man lay there, catch your breath, get yourself back together Ay, where you going You ever seen a bigger fool Niggas ain't got no respect, no respect Hook: Quasimoto Low Class Conspiracy Quasimoto Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see whats 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 Astro Travellin Quasimoto water tool, i got the water jewels, on the level, then all the negative seccle (?) Closer (Feat. Madvillain) Quasimoto 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 Boom Music Quasimoto ("Grip the stereo in an instant") ("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5 ("Bump the Boom Music 'cuz I found a fat L nine times out of ten I use it to start this way") (Quasimoto) "Hey yo Madlib Real Eyes Quasimoto 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 24-7 (feat. MED) Quasimoto Like a .357 hitting on 365 Checking them dead or alive With my man Verse 1: Medaphoar Listen up I make it pop when I drop the rhyme No corrupting your spot that mops MC's out the box so I remain on top Bartender Say Quasimoto do anyway Huh I've been down that road a couple of times too Anyhow, like they always say 'What will be, will be' Verse 2 How come day breaking don't fall And night falling don't break Anyhow What's the Brothers Can't See Me Quasimoto Brothers can't see me Brother Madlib invasion Check it out Brothers can't see me Verse 1 Yo, Quasimoto taking over these airwaves Flip the bow, never hitting with fair play My style hit you all in your Put A Curse On You Quasimoto 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 Planned Attack Quasimoto While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Verse 1: Quasimoto & Madlib Yo, it's the master don, yo, I hit you off lazy With my nigga Lord Quas Lord Quas in the place, master race MCs The Exclusive (feat. MED) Quasimoto till it's gone See my acknowledge when it's too late to hold on I lost girls and homies to things so small Without egos involved it's all one love Believe nothing comes between one love We used to share the Microphone Mathematics Quasimoto mathematics) (it's understandin' microphone mathematics) (it's understandin' microphone mathematics) It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses Imitating mindstate have you split like divorces of courses The Youngblood Quasimoto Quas Man, I was sitting back reminiscing the other day when I was smoking my shit 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