| Putting it on you sick with it, like malaria
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| We rollin' like Spy vs. Spy, on dust
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| Leaving grenades on your brain, cause we flying high
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| Lord Quas run the Voodoo Down, I do the Pharaoh’s Dance
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| Plus drink the Bitches Brew, living with the Spanish Key
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| I’ll meet you in the Sanctuary, I’m taking out my shovel
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| And throwing your body under some rubble
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| While I’m looking at the day’s eye
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| Down the road I’m learing lessons
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| Stepping in the bone fire
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| Down in my basement I got wack M.C.'s wearing muzzles
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| Waiting for the axe puzzles
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| Quasimoto! |
| We coming though like earth rot
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| We jump into your screen like blood clots
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| Taking over your crews and what nots
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| Wannabe M.C.'s rushing lines like venereal diseases
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| Unseen collab Madlib beat thesis
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| Lord Quas and the new breed, still dropping underground releases
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| Secrets, I got mystical, magical
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| It could be tragic for all you M.C.'s caught in my cylinder
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| I disappear invisible to the sight
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| Elemental always have us on flight
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| Like a time bomb, get the jewels and the green
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| Madlib, Lord Quas, Mr. Buddha, Skeeta
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| We form the dream team, prepare for The Unseen
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| Dropping Axe Puzzles |