Logic - Quasi lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Quasi lyrics]
Ayo Quas, ay Quas pick up the
Fuckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin
Bro
Listen man
Madlib out here doing records
With Logic and shit
Don't nobody give a fuck about that
Don't nobody want that shit
We need Quas back man
Come on, come on man
Fuckin' rap, bro, what the fuck you doing?
Yeah
Madlib my man, come the fuck back, damn
Show the people that you
Understand what I'm sayin'
Quasimoto flow, toe to toe with any spitter
Hey, pop needs you in this
Company to black John Ritter
In the lab, you said
"people don't wanna hear my shit"
I should smack you brother
They revere that shit
Come back, run it back
Neutralize 'em like Men in Black
From stone's throw to Madlib invasion
Ask any fan on the street
They'll say your shit is amazing
The G.O.A.T., a legend, a God amongst men
Greatest producer alive
Number one out of the ten
Egon would say that shit'll prolly
Make you feel uncomfortable
Don't it?
But it might bring you back, won't it?
Quas and an MPC is no match for any opponent
One of the greatest alive, nobody could argue
Just come back man
The rap cats would never dog you
I had to write you now or
Else I prolly never would
I don't want you full of
Regret like, "damn man
I shoulda"
I don't think you understand what
You instilled in me
Hip-hop from J-Lib to Mad Villainy
You are the sound of our ancestors
Come back and rap man, that's killin' me
Fuckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin
Bro
Listen man
Madlib out here doing records
With Logic and shit
Don't nobody give a fuck about that
Don't nobody want that shit
We need Quas back man
Come on, come on man
Fuckin' rap, bro, what the fuck you doing?
Yeah
Madlib my man, come the fuck back, damn
Show the people that you
Understand what I'm sayin'
Quasimoto flow, toe to toe with any spitter
Hey, pop needs you in this
Company to black John Ritter
In the lab, you said
"people don't wanna hear my shit"
I should smack you brother
They revere that shit
Come back, run it back
Neutralize 'em like Men in Black
From stone's throw to Madlib invasion
Ask any fan on the street
They'll say your shit is amazing
The G.O.A.T., a legend, a God amongst men
Greatest producer alive
Number one out of the ten
Egon would say that shit'll prolly
Make you feel uncomfortable
Don't it?
But it might bring you back, won't it?
Quas and an MPC is no match for any opponent
One of the greatest alive, nobody could argue
Just come back man
The rap cats would never dog you
I had to write you now or
Else I prolly never would
I don't want you full of
Regret like, "damn man
I shoulda"
I don't think you understand what
You instilled in me
Hip-hop from J-Lib to Mad Villainy
You are the sound of our ancestors
Come back and rap man, that's killin' me