Discipline 99 Pt. 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quasimoto] It's Lord Quas with the pack up on it Got a crew up in the bay that's always dropping components When you're stuck in highway one We jump the gun and try to get the Mass Appeal While you're faking for your deal [Verse 2: Wildchild] (Ha-ha) LP's, that's 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 butter.. wolf Who drops the beats that make you stutter I jump up on the spot like Dominique Wilkins when he be hot Come at you unexpected like Gary Coleman The scary soul man where freestyle flows every now and No need for no blunts but I be clouding [Hook] (various samples) [Verse 3: Quasimoto] I got the lyrical stamina Always programming a new type of Antidote in your perimeter While you niggas just limit the styles you could be doing Lord Quas keep the crowd from booing Always stay true and everything I kick stick eternal Leaving them crisp like an inferno Y'all niggas ain't learn though New songs to pound, its like I'm J-Bees Relaxing on the scene plus I'm taxing smoking green Quasimoto, we drop the natural ingredients All over you greedy pimps, playa' haters Niggas acting wild on the mic, need obedience Y'all niggas running through like y'all nuts off to screw I feed y'all niggas to the gators (And watch y'all gonna go?) Its funny how y'all 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) (Quasimoto)