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quasimoto - bad character
[Madlib]
Yeah
check me out
check me out
Public enemy number one
Lord Quas up on the set
Word Bet
Bad character you see up on the screen
[Sample] I'm just sinful, vicious, oohhh
[Quasimoto]
Guess who's the new bad character in town?
Causin' mischief in your city, (hey watch out)turn that shit around
I'll smack a nigga with a brick, talkin' outta place
Like I was sniffin' paint laced, flyin up outta space
LORD QUAS, I'll put your best through a metamorphis
Have ya' slavin' in my dungeon while I'm eatin swordfish
So BITCH WAIT, we watchin pornos with Romes
We analyze for the astro-black shit
Madlib got the grass to get so we get lit
We commence to astro-travellin'
Grabbin up skins, so we can play a game of javellin
I'm labelled as a bad character
no matter what I do I'm labelled as a bad character
I'm labelled as a bad character
no matter what I do I'm labelled as a bad character
I'm labelled as a bad character, bad character
I'm always lookin' under some girl's dress
With a vest, cause some ducks wanna put me to rest
Now I'm a soldier in the town drinkin' Butterfly Snapple
I walk around the streets passin' out poisoned apples. (OH SHIT HE'S DEAD?)
Now it's time to skip town. (I know who it was)
Hey yo, you dirty niggaz know how I get down!
I'll stab a nigga in the chest with pitchfork from behind
And rob some rich folk for makin' my ancestors eat swine
Y'all niggaz commin' slower than guns while I'm on the run, the director
I'm labelled as a bad character
Yo, I'm labelled as a bad character
no matter what I do I'm labelled as a bad character
[Sample] HAHAH
quasimoto - boom music
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5
("Bump the Boom Music nine times out of ten i use it to start this way")
(Quasimoto)
"Hey yo Madlib("Who ME?") ya why don't you hit em up with that high speaking"
(Madlib)
I gets high and start taking out wack selections
First by electin' EricB for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamon D and the whole DITC
Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3
Back when style was the name belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, Sticky green trees
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5
("Bump the Boom Music nine times out of ten i use it to start this way")
(Madlib)
Hey yo Quas hit em with that green talk
(Quasimoto)
Oh I gets high and starts taking out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always Pull It , let the bullet slide through to the left
Went so far undergroud with out diggin ended up in west
China
Yo Style sounds like youve been eating some bad vagina
The Unseen you Unclean Niggas mad cause youcan't find us
("Grip the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud light an incence")X5
("Bump the Boom Music nine times out of ten i use it to start this way")
quasimoto - civilization day
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 the whole city
Nuclear toxic now we wont feel no pity
Many die from e-bola
Many from AIDS
Mexicans, whities, Japanese, and Spades
Indian, Iranian, and all them others
Bout to find out for self
We got the phantom
See which side of the game is over there
Well is this it, the end of civilization
Are we prepared? Well I hope so
Here's the official stolen government training film
of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising
Today you have to stay on your toes
When you're walkin the streets and stalkin the sheets stay on the low
Go to the wrong territory and get blown, blown
Some brotha's ain't even knowing, knowing
Revelations are is on it's way like ya next spliffs
So get your mental uplift while we shootin the gift
Black magic chants
Mass eat per cold clams
Be on the sky take a glare
Look around wonder why
We must be born to die
We must be born to die
quasimoto - closer
feat. MF Doom
[MF Doom]
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 last
The same way the super got hits for that ass
Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat
Stamp here go a kite to the world
It's more nasty than what you write your so called girl
Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades
He say these black negro's is crazy
Hey these wack trees don't even phase me
Part of a new way
Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face
Play home base
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Ask yourself the same question
Don't mention it to him or any of his henchmen
this flows style in exceptionally
it grows wild and splits exponentially
[Quasimoto]
MF DOOM, QUAS high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper
Who
Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts
Lightweight
Ya bald head like Cojack
[Madlib]
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat
[Quasimoto]
Like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross
Ya hat toss
[Madlib]
Ya'll niggaz on some skinny dip
[Quasimoto]
Looking at his henny sip
Look at little pretty chicks
Sucka's tryin to penny flip
niggaz looping any shit
[Quasimoto]
Yo, yo
What's the password, curse word, last word
Huh
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while ya'll nigga's all be killin
You'll never come closer to where they want to be
[Quasimoto]
Always on the up and up
Chocolate heat for beat
Ya sucka's always fuckin up
Who
Never fake
No Flake
Upon flake
Cake
Break chedda better than ya top ten ahead of ya
quasimoto - greenery
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
Role it
Pass it around
The scientists have found, check the rail compound
(well if you look over here (i like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
Right there to the left!)
(my man with the rasta got the best green pasta
Tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)
Anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
I'll have that shit with madlib
We could bounce to that shit
Make a basket full of cookies
Make ya feel like a rookie
Make you eat a lot and maybe go get some nookie
(highpowered shit so we can do our astro travelling)
Around the world, on a smoke tour, dabbeling
The most best of weed, amsterdam humble seeds
Weeds weeds weeds, is what we all needs needs
Light it up
Role it
Pass it around
The scientists have found, check the rail compound
quasimoto - jazz cats
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 the three sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby hutcherson up late geared to the jazz messengers
Horace silver (bill evans) to terry gibbs on the vibe gary burton and album archives
Like donald byrd george duke and lee morgan
Shirley scott
Groove holmes
And jimmy smith up on the organ
Gene russell, the artist symbol of chicago
Inivators like michael white push out the cal tjader
Classic shit like weather report or max roach
Laid back like freddie hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball adderley
Eddie harris
Mill jackson*
Like ron carter's basslines will beat you like a backspin
Yeah like a backspin
We got the jazz my man
Yo, who's got skills like rahsaan roland kirk or conduct like william fisher, go to work with the swisher
Up and john coltrane up in my headphones
Gary bartz, mister rub produce lovetones
Even cool and the gang got jazz for that ass
Modern jazz quartet always got the a class
Johnny hammis met carl sanders
Paul bley
Thelonious monk
Norman conners
Albert ayler
John coltrane
Mccoy tyner
Dizzy gillespie is presented by don sebesky
I be cranking mad jack
Got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to bluenote
And black jazz
Impulse*
Cti records and
Plusga
Verve to milestone
Atlantic and muse
There's plenty more that i could name
But ya'll won't put them to use
Anyway
I love jazz my man
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
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
[Madlib] Somebody pass me that tray
[Quasimoto]
Get on the freeway yo its after dark
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black asses
The Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car,like it's nigga hunting season
Yeah, around... asking about where's the pound..
Where's the gun, are y'all niggaz on the run?
You got warrants?
y'all ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, man they can't find no evidence
[Quasimoto]
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands so the whole crew could expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, I ain't got no dough anyway
They started to plant in my garage
As they get large
Start to gather the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank
With so much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's
To keep it free's
Plus a nigga ratted so far on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said fuck y'all, y'all ain't got no evidence
quasimoto - put a curse on you
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 to crawl
Fuckin with the loss gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip
Fall in my dungeon while i was trying to fly
(put a curse on you)
(quasimoto)
I make your whole life backwards cause i'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean
All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
(cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em)
(goes to heaven you go)
(rum and coke and cocaine)
(and i tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too)
(madlib)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because
(put a curse on you)
(madlib)
Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too
Plus you take da arm
Put them on the line too
Pimp get the behind
Hit'cha get the mind
(put a curse on you)
(may all your children end up junkies to)
(your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce)
(your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(put a curse on you)
(put a curse on you)
quasimoto - the clown
feat. Madlib
[Madlib]
If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week
But then I would have no money for when I'm with my freak
Fuckin with these records I ain't never going to sleep
But that's how it is when you're into this shit
[Quasimoto]
Want this
[Madlib]
Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick
[Quasimoto]
What about your beat
[Madlib]
Spending 2 hours looking for a certain kick
Man
I ain't about to buy a beat man
I can't even find a disk man to sell it
Man, what the fuck
I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers"
Rock and Roll
Now I'm over here on smashing your speakers
Boss 303
MP 1200
MPC 4000
Do my loop dumping
Numbing
You know how it goes
Really, really y'all know how it goes
Music taking over your body
Beat taking over your soul
I be passing up parties, quit parties
But never passing a bowl
Pass me that weed
Psychedelic record covers
Jazz standards
Funk soul
That's a choir
Eletronic patterns
It's the raw addict
My A is tape comfort over ill record static
Oh, oh, oh addict
Ya'll better scram like I'm Broadway Sam
Well I say
[Quasimoto]
Damn
[Madlib]
Don't curse me, that's gods way man
The ill loop digga
Catch me in your record place
Let a nigga dig
Give a pound
Respect the bass
quasimoto - the exclusive
feat. Madlib
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
[Quasimoto]
My honey's backs stay fat
And it's always like that
Not only in my house
But on the streets there's stack and stacks, you know
I don't move slow, I get my cash flow
And then I go where brotha's don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they don't understand that its Astro Black season
I'm in demand
I'm down with D-I-T-C, that's diggin in them cakes
And my potna Lord Such we always get crazy dates
I hit it right cause what goes around comes around
I always look out
I'm hittin hookers like a hound
Huh
In and out like a bout honey's always shout "good looking Quas"
Yeah with out a doubt
But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting dat ass in bandages
Ya big thighs you know I L-U-V
And next up is M-A-D who likes his asses F-A-T
[Madlib]
I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em, I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em
I like my asses fat not flat shake it now, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, shake 'em, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, shake them, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
Check it out
Yo Madlib is livin fat
Are you gentle or the type that what's to get your ass smacked
Diggin in some crates play something smooth
Teddy Pendergrass or Thelma P
However your body moves
I'm a top notch cake digga
Use my tool as the trigga
Get and hustle
Yeah yeah that's my nigga
But the sex I always take
But if your dip screams rape, like Kobe Bryant I'd be up state
And you know that a fact black
So if she say no it means no and that's that
No matter how cute or big breasted
A you heard she's got the boot
She got to get the exit
A little mad I didn't hit it
So I dialed 7 digits to some skins that's wit it
Huh
We can bone in my closet that's my logic
But not everyday because I'm working on my projects
Wash ya ass and take it easy
Or act like Ray Charles cause you know you can't see me
I like to sex one but I might take on two or even three
Dang y'all look like triplets
All me
Drop in that ass like bad demo's
And pullin all the cuties with no problemo
That's right cause I'm a gamer
Girl left you for me, Lord Quas I don't blame her
Step back
Get your sticks and your bats
Tryin to step up cause my girls asses are fat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses
I like my asses fat not flat, I like my asses fat not flat
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