Quasi

Ayo, Quas, ma- Ayy, Quas, pick up the fuckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin, bro Listen, man, Madlib out here doing records with Logic and shit Don't nobody give a fuck about that, don't nobody want that shit We need Quas back, man, come on, come on, man Fuckin' rap, bro, what the fuck you doing? Yeah Madlib, my man, come the fuck back, damn Show the people that you understand what I'm sayin' Quasimoto flow, toe-to-toe with any spitter Hip-hop needs you in this company, the Black John Ritter In the lab, you said, "People don't wanna hear my shit" I should smack you, brother, they revere that shit Come back, run it back, neutralize 'em like Men in Black From Stones Throw to Madlib Invazion Ask any fan on the street, they'll say your shit is amazing The G.O.A.T., a legend, a god amongst men Greatest producer alive, number one out of the ten Egon would say that shit'll pro'ly Make you feel uncomfortable, don't it? But it might bring you back, won't it? Quas and an MPC is no match for any opponent One of the greatest alive, nobody could argue Just come back, man, the rap cats would never dog you I had to write you now or else I probably never would I don't want you full of regret like, "Damn, man, I should" I don't think you understand what you instilled in me Hip-hop from Jaylib to Madvillainy You are the sound of our ancestors Come back and rap, man, it's killin' me