Quasi (Clean) - Logic
Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II&Tom Nehls
Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II&Tom Nehls
Ayo Quas ay Quas pick up the ****in' phone it's your cousin Melvin bro
Listen man Madlib out here doing records with Logic and s**t
Don't nobody give a **** about that
Don't nobody want that s**t
We need Quas back man
Come on come on man
****in' rap bro what the **** you doing
Yeah
Madlib my man come the **** back d**n
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 to black John Ritter
In the lab you said people don't wanna hear my s**t
I should smack you brother they revere that s**t
Come back run it back neutralize 'em like Men in Black
From stone's throw to Madlib invasion
Ask any fan on the street they'll say your **** 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 s**t'll prolly 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 prolly never would
I don't want you full of regret like d**n man I should
I don't think you understand what you instilled in me
Hip hop from J Lib to Mad Villainy
You are the sound of our ancestors
Come back and rap man it's killin' me