(understandin' microphone mathematics) x5nnLord Quas:n nIt's Lord Quas droppin' shit like some horsesnImitating mindstate have you split like divorces of coursesnThe new breed fuckin' up the mainstreamnPlus we gonna gain creamnKeep doin the same thingnelevatin' styles beyond explicationnturned up the notch increase the amplificationnmadlib gotcha bumpin' in your upper story while I drop the microphone mathematicsnsimple tacticsnso I can bag chipsnmake you backflipsnlike when I used to smack chicksnnow I just bag dipsnnIt's like some people ain't got no mental sightnyou try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)nn(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4nnMadlibnn(quas drop that number thing...)nnLord Quas:nnI was born in 1973nI got five brothers we lived up on 9th streetnOn the 21nd of DecembernMy pops shot 6 cops, I remembernNever got caught n10 stitchesngot burnt by 7 *bleep*nin the 12th grade thinkin' about million dollar richesnon the 3-4, I broke about a dozen micsnon the 1-2s, I took out a hundred crewsn365 days to a year, subtract it off your lifenin 2000, that's the end of strifennIt's like some people ain't got no mental sightnyou try keepin' it real (yet you should try keepin' it right)nn(it's understandin' microphone mathematics) x4nn(mathematics...) x2