Quasimoto - B.s. lyrics
[Quasimoto - B.s. lyrics]
Lord Quas hit ya like a amazon (amazon)
I put ya in the lyric till I
The Unseen, we keep it hot like links
In my gold chain, we rock top ranks
Always watch my back when around some snakes
Smilin' in your face, actin' fake
I snap on a nigga like a alligator
(why's that?)
That likes to chill, ain't got validated
Niggas always actin' like we related
We could try to rip it
But you'll never fade it
Madlib the bad kid in this shit
I'll send Lord Such down to finish it
Back to basics droppin' simple shit
As we bless you with that
Crate nigga's temple shit
Play me slay me, you got problems
You get hemmed up, just like bell-bottoms
Losses I take none, slaughter from day one
Let's have a clean one straight up and down
Straight up and down troop
Don't even play yourself
Return from the ashes, Madlib on file
(Lord Quas) with the style
That stretches for miles
I used to walk through your area
Fast delivery
Get keyed and key out, that shiny shivery
Antidotes for clear thoughts man
Travelers of air, wind space and (wa)
Wanna fire rocks, never come bland
(come bland)
Take out my left hand (left hand)
Left right lung always expand (expand)
Tokin' on that shit that have the
Next man stuck in quicksand
'cause I just contradictin' like the Nixon
I kick the shit that make you
Think I'm on a sick one
Effect with the fly shit
I put ya in the lyric till I
The Unseen, we keep it hot like links
In my gold chain, we rock top ranks
Always watch my back when around some snakes
Smilin' in your face, actin' fake
I snap on a nigga like a alligator
(why's that?)
That likes to chill, ain't got validated
Niggas always actin' like we related
We could try to rip it
But you'll never fade it
Madlib the bad kid in this shit
I'll send Lord Such down to finish it
Back to basics droppin' simple shit
As we bless you with that
Crate nigga's temple shit
Play me slay me, you got problems
You get hemmed up, just like bell-bottoms
Losses I take none, slaughter from day one
Let's have a clean one straight up and down
Straight up and down troop
Don't even play yourself
Return from the ashes, Madlib on file
(Lord Quas) with the style
That stretches for miles
I used to walk through your area
Fast delivery
Get keyed and key out, that shiny shivery
Antidotes for clear thoughts man
Travelers of air, wind space and (wa)
Wanna fire rocks, never come bland
(come bland)
Take out my left hand (left hand)
Left right lung always expand (expand)
Tokin' on that shit that have the
Next man stuck in quicksand
'cause I just contradictin' like the Nixon
I kick the shit that make you
Think I'm on a sick one
Effect with the fly shit