Microphone Mathematics Songtext
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(understandin' microphone mathematics) x5
Lord Quas:
It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses
Imitating mindstate have you split like divorces of courses
The new breed fuckin' up the mainstream
Plus we gonna gain cream
Keep doin the same thing
elevatin' styles beyond explication
Lord Quas:
It's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses
Imitating mindstate have you split like divorces of courses
The new breed fuckin' up the mainstream
Plus we gonna gain cream
Keep doin the same thing
elevatin' styles beyond explication
turned up the notch increase the amplification
madlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematics
simple tactics
so I can bag chips
make you backflips
like when I used to smack chicks
now I just bag dips
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
you try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
Madlib
(quas drop that number thing...)
Lord Quas:
I was born in 1973 I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street
On the 21nd of December
My pops shot 6 cops, I remember
Never got caught
10 stitches
got burnt by 7 *bleep*
in the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar riches
on the 3-4, I broke about a dozen mics
on the 1-2s, I took out a hundred crews
365 days to a year, subtract it off your life
in 2000, that's the end of strife
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
you try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
(mathematics...) x2
madlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematics
simple tactics
so I can bag chips
make you backflips
like when I used to smack chicks
now I just bag dips
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
you try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
Madlib
(quas drop that number thing...)
Lord Quas:
I was born in 1973 I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street
On the 21nd of December
My pops shot 6 cops, I remember
Never got caught
10 stitches
got burnt by 7 *bleep*
in the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar riches
on the 3-4, I broke about a dozen mics
on the 1-2s, I took out a hundred crews
365 days to a year, subtract it off your life
in 2000, that's the end of strife
It's like some people ain't got no mental sight
you try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)
(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4
(mathematics...) x2
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