Lyrics Closer - Quasimoto, Madvillain, Madlib

Closer

Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays
Madvillain get more spins than the power plays
These hymns earned him a tower of praise
Wet more Timbs than agua from shower sprays
First dropper to the last
The same way the super got hits for that ass
Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat
Stamp here go a kite to the world
It’s more nasty than what you write your so called girl
Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades
He say these black negro’s is crazy
Hey these wack trees don’t even phase me
Part of a new race
Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face
Play home base
You’ll never come closer to where they want to be
Soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal
You’ll never come closer to where they want to be
Ask yourself the same question
Don’t mention it to him or any of his henchmen
This flows style in exceptionally
It grows wild and splits exponentially
MF DOOM, QUAS high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper
Who
Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts
Lightweight
Ya bald head like Kojak
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat
Like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross
Ya hat toss
Ya’ll niggas on some skinny dip
Looking at his henny sip
Look at little pretty chicks
Sucka’s tryin to penny flip
Niggas looping any shit
Yo, yo
What’s the password, curse word, last word
Huh
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird
You’ll never come closer to where they want to be
Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while ya’ll nigga’s all be killin
You’ll never come closer to where they want to be
Always on the up and up
Chocolate heat for beat
Ya sucka’s always fuckin up
Who
Never fake
No Flake
Upon flake
Cake
Break chedda better than ya top ten ahead of ya