B.S. lyrics

[Quas]
Lord Quas hit ya like a amazon (amazon)
I put ya in the lyric till I [?]
The Unseen, we keep it hot like links
In my gold chain, we rock top ranks

[Madlib]
Always watch my back when around some snakes
Smilin' in your face, actin' fake

[Quas]
I snap on a n*gga like a alligator (why's that?)
That likes to chill, ain't got validated

[Madlib]
n*ggas always actin' like we related
We could try to rip it but you'll never fade it
Madlib the bad kid in this sh*t
I'll send Lord Such down to finish it
Back to basics droppin' simple sh*t
As we bless you with that crate n*gga's temple sh*t

[Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth's "Keep It Flowing"]
Play me slay me, you got problems
You get hemmed up, just like bell-bottoms
X3
Losses I take none, slaughter from day one
...let's have a clean one
Straight up and down...
Straight up and down troop, don't even play yourself
[Madlib]
Return from the ashes, Madlib on file
(Lord Quas) with the style that stretches for miles
I used to walk through your area, fast delivery
Get keyed and key out, that shiny shivery
Antidotes for clear thoughts man
Travelers of air, wind space and (wa-)
Wanna fire rocks, never come bland (come bland)
Take out my left hand (left hand)
Left right lung always expand (expand)
Tokin' on that sh*t that have the next man stuck in quicksand
'cause I just contradictin' like the Nixon
I kick the sh*t that make you think I'm on a sick one

[Lord Finesse]
Effect with the fly sh*t