Bluffin'

Quasimoto we keep it on that next shit

Lord quas mr. Budha-skeeta, madlib control the head dip

We doin' volume 2 taking over is a new breed

Takin' out the wack niggas, speaking on hatred and greed

It's universal (what's yo name) lord quas yo my verse will

Have em leavin with a stash for some prize money yo a purse full

Yo you gotta have comprehension for this wack mc convention

Another madlib invention to get your attention

We comin' from the dungeon lyrical surgeons

Beat heard, splurgin' (we'll open you up like a virgin)

Keep it clean like a public washing machine

Visine for your ears (loud raw be the unseen)

Ay yo (suckas try to bring it but strickly be bluffin')

(Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough) ehh

"So tough mc's ain't really saying nothing"

Ay yo suckas try to bring it but strictly be bluffin'

Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough ehh

(Whatchu' do) I get deep like fathoms in ocean water

To drown your wack artificial sonata

And all the wack shit, I use ya'll niggas like remotes

Remove you like coats with both hate and irritatin' like a soar throat

Like yvette michele

Tell ya'll niggas to freeze 'fore they bite my lyrical shells

Word to mr. Budha, ya'll niggas soundin' like intruders

"Yo I remember them niggas from way back

Ya'll niggas ain't gonna shoot us"

I love callin' out you 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, probably just an average joe blow

On deez nuts, 'cuz I'm coming for ya

Out the lost state of (sunny californiaaa)