[Intro] While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal sh**s [Verse 1] (Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy With my n***a) 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 a** Drop the math on that a** 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 n***a's life without using a gun (Rappers act so wild, and love to profile Fronting hard but ain't got no style) [Scratched Hook] Filthy from the ground on up When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready [Verse 2] Y'all n***as 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 a** n***as contradicting (I ain't say that) But when I drop my sh** it's like I put my dick in The snare kicking, Madlib rush through thinking (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) [Scratched Hook]