Quasi

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 shit

Don't nobody give a **** about that

Don't nobody want that shit

We need Quas back man

Come on, come on man

****in' rap, bro, what the **** you doing?

Yeah

Madlib my man, come the **** back, damn

Show the people that you understand what I'm sayin'

Quasimoto flow, toe to toe with any spitter

Hey, pop needs you in this company to black John Ritter

In the lab, you said, "people don't wanna hear my shit"

I should smack you brother, they revere that shit

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 shit 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 shit'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, "damn man, I shoulda"

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, that's killin' me