Bluffin

Quasimoto we keep it on that next shit
 Lord Quas Mr. Budha-skeeta,
 Madlib control the head dip
 We do it volume 2 taking over is a new breed
 Takin' out the right niggas, speaking on hatred and greed
 It's universal (what's up now) 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' for 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
 I get deep like fathoms in ocean water
 To drug and wack artificial sinada
 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
 I ain't lucky vet my shelter
 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)