Closer

Album cover art for "Closer" by Quasimoto & Madvillain

Quasimoto & Madvillain - Rap, USA

Closer

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[Intro: Quasimoto & Doris] "Loop— loop— loop digga" "Go with the wind Nothing can hinder me" [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays Madvillain get more spins than the power plays These hymns earned him a tower of praise Wet more Timbs than agua from shower sprays First dropper to the last The same way the super got hits for that ass Put so much heat out on the street He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat Stamp, here go a kite to the world It's more nasty than what you write your so called girl Tramp a spade is a spade Spit blades like V playing with grenades Say these black negros is crazy Hey, these wack trees don't even phase me Part of a new race, chrome face 24/7 stay screw face, play home base [Chorus: Doris & MF DOOM] "You'll never come closer To where they want to be" The soldiers in the out field With or with out a deal, is it all about the steal "You'll never come closer To where they want to be" Ask yourself the same question Don't mention it to him or any of his henchmen This flows style in exceptionally It grows wild and splits exponentially [Post-Chorus: Doris] "Go with the wind Nothing can hinder me" [Verse 2: Quasimoto, Madlib & Lord Buckley] MF DOOM, Quas high like sky scrappers Quasimoto gettin' more ass than toilet paper (Who?) Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack Know smarts, lightweight, bald head like Kojak Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat Tryin' to grab the door mat close to the combat Like Willie the Shake, holdin' a black cross Ya hat toss (Ya'll niggas up on some skinny dip) Looking at his henny sip with the lips of pretty chicks Sucka's tryin' to penny flip, niggas looping any shit "Naturally all the rest of the cats said, "Man Look at it, I can't win, his will is stoom of it He out here, and it's down right, he don't get off my back Jack, what's the matter with y'all? I'm out here with the cats putting down dollars (Yo, yo) What's the password, curse word, last word (Huh) It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird [Chorus: Doris & Quasimoto] "You'll never come closer To where they want to be" Quasimoto down with Madvillian All up on our shit while y'all niggas all be stealin' "You'll never come closer To where they want to be" Always on the up and up Dropping heat for heat, y'all psychos always fucking up Never fake, no flake upon flake cake Break cheddar better than your top ten ahead of ya [Outro: Doris & Lord Buckley] "Go with the wind Nothing can hinder me" Look at them cat's and kitties bein' sad You're hungry, ain't you, babies?

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Credits

Writers
  • MF DOOM
  • Madlib