Bluffin
Quasimoto • Madlib
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Quasimoto, we keep it on that next shit
Lord Quas, Mr. Budda, Skeeta, Madlib control the head dip
We doin' Volume 2, takin' over is the new breed
Takin' out them wack niggas, speakin' on hatred, greed
It's universal (What's up now?)
Lord Quas, yo, my verse will
Have ya leavin' with the stash plus a prize money, yo, a purse full
Gotta have comprehension for this wack MC prevention
Another madlib invention to get your attention
We comin' from the dungeon, lyrical surgeon
Beat perch splurgin'
We'll open ya up like a virgin
We keep it clean like a public washing machine
Marzine for your ears, loud, raw
Down raw, be the unseen
Ayo, suckers
Suckers try to bring it but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough
The tough MC ain't really sayin' nothin'
Ayo, suckers try to bring it but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough
The tough MC ain't really sayin' nothin'
I get deep like fathoms of ocean water
To drown your wack artificial sonata
And all the wack shit, I use y'all niggas like remotes
To remove you like coats of all pains
You irritatin' like a sore throat
I aim like Yvette Michelle
So tell y'all niggas to freeze 'fore they bite my lyrical shells
Word to Mr. Budda, y'all niggas soundin' like intruders
Yo, I been with them niggas from way back when
Y'all niggas ain't no shooters
I love callin' out ya 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, you probably just an average Joe Blow
On these nuts, 'cause I'm comin' for ya
Out the lost gates of sunny Southern California
The tough MC ain't really sayin' nothin'
Ayo, suckers
Suckers try to bring it but strictly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough
The tough MC ain't really sayin' nothin'