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(understandin' microphone mathematics) x5Lord Quas: It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horsesImitating mindstate have you split like divorces of coursesThe new breed fuckin' up the mainstreamPlus we gonna gain creamKeep doin the same thingelevatin' styles beyond explicationturned up the notch increase the amplificationmadlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematicssimple tacticsso I can bag chipsmake you backflipslike when I used to smack chicksnow I just bag dipsIt's like some people ain't got no mental sightyou try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4Madlib(quas drop that number thing...)SongtexteLord Quas:I was born in 1973I got five brothers we lived up on 9th streetOn the 21nd of DecemberMy pops shot 6 cops, I rememberNever got caught 10 stitchesgot burnt by 7 *bleep*in the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar richeson the 3-4, I broke about a dozen micson the 1-2s, I took out a hundred crews365 days to a year, subtract it off your lifein 2000, that's the end of strifeIt's like some people ain't got no mental sightyou try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4(mathematics...) x2 Aus Songtexte Mania