Microphone Mathematics - Quasimoto

(I'm glad you all made it to my show

By the way:?

music is in the house

Understandin' microphone mathematics

It’s Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horses

Imitatin' your mindstate have you split like divorces

The new breed fuckin' up the mainstream

Plus we gon' gain cream

Keep doin' the same thing

Elevatin' styles beyond explication

Turned up the notch increase the amplification

Madlib got ya bumpin' in your upper story

While I drop the microphone mathematics

Like when I used to smack chicks

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

Quas, drop that number thing

I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street

On the 22nd of December

My pops shot 6 cops, I remember

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)