I'll prob'ly hit you with another one of the most phenomenon shit
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
I-I-I-I-I-I 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