Quasi (Explicit) - 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