Microphone Mathematics

(I'm glad you all made it to my show
 By the way:? music is in the house
 Understandin' microphone mathematics
 It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses
 Imitatin' your mindstate have you split like divorces of courses
 The new breed fuckin' up the mainstream
 Plus we gon' gain cream
 Keep doin' the same thing
 Elevatin' styles beyond explication
 Turned up the notch increase the amplification
 Madlib got ya bumpin' in your upper story
 While I drop the microphone mathematics
 Like when I used to smack chicks
 It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
 You try keepin' it real
 (yet you should try keepin' it right
 It's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
 Quas, drop that number thing
 I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street
 On the 22nd of December
 My pops shot 6 cops, I remember
 In the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar riches
 On the 3-4, I broke about a dozen mics
 On the 1, 2s, I took out a hundred crews
 365 days to a year, subtract it off your life
 In 2000, that's the end of strife
 It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
 You try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
 (it's understandin' microphone mathematics)