| Yeah
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| Quasimoto Crew, uh
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| Who is he?
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| Yo, it’s the Loop-Digga
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| Looky here; |
| it’s the return again of the beat-fixer
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| Dropping like we on tape at a surrealistic mixers
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| Couldn’t comprehend because of ill mystic fixtures
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| Compose a piece of scenery that will leave a picture
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| Rebirth cycle, 360 turnaround, outbound
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| In your ear so you’re learning now
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| Body sounds, karma turn-arounds
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| (smoking shhh) like you’re bobby brown
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| It’s the champion sound, at least half of it
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| Ay yo we champion bound, don’t try to laugh at it
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| There ain’t no amp in your sound—or better yet soul
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| So I’m turning it down
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| It’s Lord Quas laying back like I’m paralyzed
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| The hydro-chronic got me looking like there is a fire in my eyes
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| Trying to find a better way to cook top ramen
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| But there ain’t one… but anyway ive still got the munchies
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| I’d make a grilled cheese but there ain’t none
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| I guess i’ll have sex to get my mind off of food and a big bowl of Chex
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| Let me get in the mood before my girl gets mad
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| I keep thinking of food, Taco Bell, Jack In The Box, McDonalds dude
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| I told my girl that she looked like a pear (what?)
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| (i was hungry I didn’t mean anything by it)
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| I guess that means no sex? |
| (Yep) Damn! |