Intro] While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits [Verse 1] (Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy with my nigga) Lord Quas in the place Master race MCs Coming 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 at 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? Nah, are you the one? (nah) And 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) [Hook] (Scratching) 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 I doubt that you're ready When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready [Verse 2] 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 doin?) If it was up to me we would get rid of y'all Put a lid on all y'all fake as niggas Contradicting (I ain't say that) But when I drop my shit it's like I put my dick in The snare kickin' Madlib rush through thinkin' (Ya I got beats for y'all to battle right here) Now watch the plot thicken I shut my ears while you blurt the lip service On purpose You 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)
