While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal ****s

(Yo it's the master don yo I hit you off lazy with my *****)

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 ass

Drop the math on that ass fast

Cause if we battle your whole crew will be coming up at 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?

Nah, are you the one? (nah)

And took that *****'s life without using a gun

(Rappers act so wild, and love to profile

Fronting hard but ain't got no style)

(Scratching)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 doubt that you're ready

When I plan my attack I doubt that you're ready

Y'all ****** sham like y'all rolling on weight

Your masquerade is hypocritical

Y'all heading for fate

Making the rap game look pitiful (What they doin?)

If it was up to me we would get rid of y'all

Put a lid on all y'all fake as ******

Contradicting (I ain't say that)

But when I drop my shit it's like I put my **** in

The snare kickin'

Madlib rush through thinkin'

(Ya I got beats for y'all to battle right here)

Now watch the plot thicken

I shut my ears while you blurt the lip service

On purpose

You 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

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When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're read