Discipline 99 Pt.1

[Verse 1: Quasimoto]
Its Lord Quas with a pack of boren
And a group up in the beta is always dropping components
When your stuck in highway one
We jump the gun and try to give the mass a pill

[Verse 2: Wildchild]
Haha
LP's
Thats the MC to raise the roof
Its not a promo
So wheres the photo
Of Quasimoto
Hes looking in the back ready to attack wack MCs with peanut butta
Who drops the beats that make you studda
I jump up on the spot like Dominique Wilkins when he be hot, come at you unexpected like Gary Coleman
The scary sole man
Where freestyle flows every now and
Dont even own blunts but I be cloudin

[Hook]
(various samples)

[Verse 3: Quasimoto]
I got the lyrical stamina
Always programming a
New typa Antidote
In your perimita
While you niggas just limit the
Styles you could be doin
Lord Quas keep the crowd from booin
Always stay true 'n
Everything I kick stick eternal
Leaving them crisp like an inferno
Yall niggas ain't learn though
New songs to pound
Its like im J Beec
Relaxing on the scene
Plus im taxing smoking green
Quasimoto
We drop the natural ingredients
All over you greedy pimps
Playa haters
Niggas acting wild on the mic need obedience
Yall niggas running through
Like yall nuts off to screw
I feed yall niggas to the gators
(And watch yall gonna go?)
Its funny how yall front like you niggas got money
But at the end of the day you stuck looking like dummies
While I hit ya with discipline 99

[Hook]
(various samples)

(chants of madlib saying "quasimoto")