B.S.

[Quas]

Lord Quas hit ya like a amazon (amazon)

I put ya in the lyric till I [?]

The Unseen, we keep it hot like links

In my gold chain, we rock top ranks

[Madlib]

Always watch my back when around some snakes

Smilin' in your face, actin' fake

[Quas]

I snap on a nigga like a alligator (why's that?)

That likes to chill, ain't got validated

[Madlib]

Niggas always actin' like we related

We could try to rip it but you'll never fade it

Madlib the bad kid in this shit

I'll send Lord Such down to finish it

Back to basics droppin' simple shit

As we bless you with that crate nigga's temple shit

[Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth's "Keep It Flowing"]

Play me slay me, you got problems

You get hemmed up, just like bell-bottoms

X3

Losses I take none, slaughter from day one

...let's have a clean one

Straight up and down...

Straight up and down troop, don't even play yourself

[Madlib]

Return from the ashes, Madlib on file

(Lord Quas) with the style that stretches for miles

I used to walk through your area, fast delivery

Get keyed and key out, that shiny shivery

Antidotes for clear thoughts man

Travelers of air, wind space and (wa-)

Wanna fire rocks, never come bland (come bland)

Take out my left hand (left hand)

Left right lung always expand (expand)

Tokin' on that shit that have the next man stuck in quicksand

'cause I just contradictin' like the Nixon

I kick the shit that make you think I'm on a sick one

[Lord Finesse]

Effect with the fly shit