Quasimoto

Quasimoto - Closer lyrics

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(feat. Madvillain) 



[MF Doom] 

Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays 

Madvillain get more spins than the power plays 



These hens served them a tower of praise 

Wet more Timb's 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 way 

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 



[Quasimoto] 

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 Cojack 



[Madlib] 

Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat 

Tryin to grab the door mat 

Close to the combat 



[Quasimoto] 

Like willie the Shake 

Holdin a black cross 

Ya hat toss 



[Madlib] 

Ya'll niggaz on some skinny dip 



[Quasimoto] 

Looking at his henny sip 

Look at little pretty chicks 

Sucka's tryin to penny flip 

niggaz looping any shit 



[Quasimoto] 

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 



[Quasimoto] 

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
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