| Brothers can’t see me
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| Brother Madlib invasion
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| Check it out
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| Brothers can’t see me
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| (Yo, Quasimoto taking over these airwaves
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| Flip the bow, never hitting with fair play)
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| My style hit you all in your auditory
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| Now adays when I buy a tape, yo that shit be boring me
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| I be paying good money, to hear some whack shit
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| Take it back to the warehouse and tracked it
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| We be moving on you, we up on the nightly
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| Stepping over this way, you just might find fate
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| We on it like a witch hunt, I recommend Astro black
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| When you’re talk about trying stitch stunts
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| Told to motivate the Digga of the crates
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| Invest ya loot, Digga be heard, every state molested
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| (Why you trying to cross over black?)
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| I be getting high, keeping it fat
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| Brothers can’t see me
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| Check it out
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| Madlib the bad kid, I’m the one that’ll hit you with the total bliss
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| Whether extra crisp, or mad dirty poppin' hiss
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| My shit sound better than yours, I got the force
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| Why you going off course like you’re given them drawers
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| Yo its the beat conductor, ya I went on tour
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| The only thing different is that you see a lot more
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| Niggas frontin', bitches stuntin'
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| (So Lord Quas keep it onto something, even if it’s nothing)
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| (Yo why’s that) Cuz most ya’ll niggas is about bluffin'
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| While we just trying to keep it on A-Stac (?)
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| Because the static what ya huffin'
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| Word to ASAP, ya’ll need to bring it back
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| Cause in '97 a lot of niggas lack |