The Unseen - Quasimoto

Immortal stats, yo, we got invisible clean

Advanced rhyme scene out of lou beans

The unseen, we keep it clean like a diamond ring

Or dirty like a one night fling

But I bet you can’t catch my swing

We roll numbers, stack styles every time we do our thing

Hitting like some line backers

Rude rhyme shacklers, you fuck with us, you end up on the black list

You rushed by tacklers, yeah, that’s a fat kiss of death

Like we on the street scene

You and your whole crew intrigued, 'cause you ain’t got no tricks up your sleeve

Only bust rhyme function to a point to where y’all can’t even breathe

So, make way for the unseen

Yo, Madlib

Change the beat up, so I can turn these peoples

Quasimoto got so much soul, niggas be like, «Yo!»

Quasimoto got so much soul, niggas always be like, «Yo!»

I got soul like Fred Wesley

You know, it’s Lord Quas up in the spot hitting freshly

Who blow ya head while I’m keeping my cool?

Madlib controlling tracks, taking y’all back to school

We got y’all up on the bubblegum

Smack you like I’m Troublesome

Turn your speakers up, take a puff and you’ll see exactly what I mean

Loud and clear be the unseen

Quasimoto got so much soul, niggas always be like, «Yo!»

Quasimoto got so much soul, niggas always be like, «Yo!»

Soul

(Some of that soul)

Soul

(Go over there)

(Quasimoto)

Soul

Soul

Soul

Soul

Soul