Bluffin' 가사

Quasimoto we keep it on that next shit Lord quas mr. Budha-skeeta, madlib control the head dip We doin' volume 2 taking over is a new breed Takin' out the wack niggas, speaking on hatred and greed It's universal (what's yo name) lord quas yo my verse will Have em leavin with a stash for some prize money yo a purse full Yo you gotta have comprehension for this wack mc convention Another madlib invention to get your attention We comin' from the dungeon lyrical surgeons Beat heard, splurgin' (we'll open you up like a virgin) Keep it clean like a public washing machine Visine for your ears (loud raw be the unseen) Ay yo (suckas try to bring it but strickly be bluffin') (Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough) ehh "So tough mc's ain't really saying nothing" Ay yo suckas try to bring it but strictly be bluffin' Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough ehh (Whatchu' do) I get deep like fathoms in ocean water To drown your wack artificial sonata And all the wack shit, I use ya'll niggas like remotes Remove you like coats with both hate and irritatin' like a soar throat Like yvette michele Tell ya'll niggas to freeze 'fore they bite my lyrical shells Word to mr. Budha, ya'll niggas soundin' like intruders "Yo I remember them niggas from way back Ya'll niggas ain't gonna shoot us" I love callin' out you fake so so's on every coast Some niggas always actin' like hoes Talkin' 'bout they wanna freestyle but can't even rock a show Or write a cool song, probably just an average joe blow On deez nuts, 'cuz I'm coming for ya Out the lost state of (sunny californiaaa)