Quasimoto - Planned Attack lyrics
[Quasimoto - Planned Attack lyrics]
While we hit you with another one
Of them old phenomenal shit's
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
Comin' through like Thelonious Monk
Madlib drop the horniest funk
I'll leave you sunken like a crackhead's ass
Drop the math on that ass fast
'Cause if we battle
Your whole crew will be coming up in last
Place, I hit you with a slow or fast pace
Unconceptual mold
New breed to wreck the whole space
We'll take you out
Lacerate 'cause you was blind
Hey, Lord Quas
Did you hear the voices that you left behind?
Ayo, are you the one? (And are you the one?)
That took that nigga's life
Without using a gun
Rappers act so wild and love to profile
Fronting hard but ain't got no style
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
I doubt that you're ready
I doubt that you're ready
IIIIIIIII doubt that you're ready
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Y'all niggas sham like y'all
Rolling on weight
Your masquerade is hypocritical
Y'all heading for fate
Making the rap game look pitiful
What they doing?
If it was up to me, we would get rid of y'all
Put a lid on all y'all
Fake ass niggas contradicting
I ain't say that
But when I drop my shit it's
Like I put my dick in the snare kicking
Madlib rush through digging
Yeah, I got beats for y'all
To battle right here
Now watch the plot thicken
I shut my ears while you run the lip service
On purpose and get nervous
'cause I'm about to serve this
You ain't paid, you ain't paid
You ain't paid, then your grade is incomplete
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan m-my attack
I doubt-that you're-ready that you're-ready
I doubt that-that you're ready
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Of them old phenomenal shit's
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
Comin' through like Thelonious Monk
Madlib drop the horniest funk
I'll leave you sunken like a crackhead's ass
Drop the math on that ass fast
'Cause if we battle
Your whole crew will be coming up in last
Place, I hit you with a slow or fast pace
Unconceptual mold
New breed to wreck the whole space
We'll take you out
Lacerate 'cause you was blind
Hey, Lord Quas
Did you hear the voices that you left behind?
Ayo, are you the one? (And are you the one?)
That took that nigga's life
Without using a gun
Rappers act so wild and love to profile
Fronting hard but ain't got no style
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
I doubt that you're ready
I doubt that you're ready
IIIIIIIII doubt that you're ready
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Y'all niggas sham like y'all
Rolling on weight
Your masquerade is hypocritical
Y'all heading for fate
Making the rap game look pitiful
What they doing?
If it was up to me, we would get rid of y'all
Put a lid on all y'all
Fake ass niggas contradicting
I ain't say that
But when I drop my shit it's
Like I put my dick in the snare kicking
Madlib rush through digging
Yeah, I got beats for y'all
To battle right here
Now watch the plot thicken
I shut my ears while you run the lip service
On purpose and get nervous
'cause I'm about to serve this
You ain't paid, you ain't paid
You ain't paid, then your grade is incomplete
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan m-my attack
I doubt-that you're-ready that you're-ready
I doubt that-that you're ready
When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready