Quasimoto - Bluffin' lyrics
[Quasimoto - Bluffin' lyrics]
Quasimoto we keep it on that next shit
Lord Quas Mr budha-skeeta
Madlib control the head dip
We doin' volume 2 taking over is a new breed
Takin' out the wack niggas
Speaking on hatred and greed it's universal
(what's yo name) 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' from 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
(Whatchu' do) I get deep like
Fathoms in ocean water
To drown your wack artificial sonata
And all the wack shit
I use ya'll niggas like remotes
And remove you like coats of old paint
You irritatin' like a sore throat
I ain't like Yvette Michele
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 gates of (sunny Californiaaa)
Ay yo suckas try to bring
It but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony
Niggas actin' rough ehh
Lord Quas Mr budha-skeeta
Madlib control the head dip
We doin' volume 2 taking over is a new breed
Takin' out the wack niggas
Speaking on hatred and greed it's universal
(what's yo name) 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' from 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
(Whatchu' do) I get deep like
Fathoms in ocean water
To drown your wack artificial sonata
And all the wack shit
I use ya'll niggas like remotes
And remove you like coats of old paint
You irritatin' like a sore throat
I ain't like Yvette Michele
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 gates of (sunny Californiaaa)
Ay yo suckas try to bring
It but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony
Niggas actin' rough ehh