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Grip the stereo in an instant
Then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the Boom Music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Ay yo Madlib
Who me?
Yo, hit 'em up with that high speed
I gets high and start takin’ out wack selections
First by electin' Eric B for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS-One, Secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamond D and the whole DITC, Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doin’ a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teachin’ rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3
Back when Style was the name, belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, sticky green trees
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the boom music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Yo Quas, hit 'em with that green talk
Oh, I gets high and starts takin' out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always pull it, let the bullets slide through to the left
Go underground without diggin' so far ended up in West
China, yo' style sound like you've been eatin’ some bad vagina
The unseen, you unclean niggas mad ‘cause they can't find us
You step, we rap, we comin' out of the gates
We could do it for papes 'cause Madlib got the b-tapes
But Quas in the end, always win the sweepstakes
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