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letra de spaces - king britt

[verse 1: quasimoto, (madlib), together]
aiyyo, it’s the mastodon, yo, i’ll hit you off sp-cey
lord quas, mr. buddah, madlib, master race mc’s
comin’ through like thelonious monk
king britt drop harmonious funk
i’ll leave you sunken like a crackhead’s ass
drop the math on that ass fast
’cause if we end up battlin’, you know you’d end up comin’ up in last place
i hit ya with the slow or fast pace
on conceptual mode, the breed to wreck the whole sp-ce (take you out)
(lacerate ’cause you was blind)
(aiyyo quas, did you hear the voices that you left behind?)
“aiyyo, are you the one?”
“nah, are you the one?”
yo… are you thе one?

[interview clip: guardinia, (quasimoto)]
“they put a label on you as a — dopе — black man.”
“and, uh, and then you can go around and make speeches and recordings and things like that. but, you know, like it, like it and…”
(lord quas coming through)
“you know… you can become a great — black man, but don’t go too far…”

[verse 2: quasimoto, (madlib), together]
yo – we independent, even though you on a major
while ya sh– so watered down, you standin’ and postin’ with ya pager
(first you was rollin’ hard, now you soft like johnny mathis)
only one album and already ya path is the wrong one
yo, i’ll been on a strong one
you’re probably in for a long one
i hit the bong one (time for ya mind, while ya can’t ’cause)
(you keep it phony like kevin mahoney)
(style champs) we be strictly tryna blow out ya amp, on the buzz vibe
(the ill loop digga lamp)
my main aces, the one with the humble faces
while we goin’ places, mobbin’ through the different sp-ces
[interview clip: guardinia]
and, and here i was, in a back alley somewhere, smoking reefers, and i thought i was, i was, changing society, or rebelling against society. until i found out that all i was doing, was giving those people that i disagree with, a beautiful reason for saying, ‘hey, i can’t listen to you. you’re a greasy little kid that smokes pot”
“uh, too bad i had to, i had to go on that way for five or six years, before i realized that. i think that was a very important factor. i thought that would be the answer to the problems that i saw around me.”

[verse 3: quasimoto, (madlib), together]
(yo, we keep it ill, you droppin’ like you sloppy)
meanwhile, these sp-ces open you up like an autopsy
(the loop digga, i never throw my joints up on a floppy) what?
(unless i’m gettin’ tested,or a brother’s tryna top me) oh
gettin’ frustrated, suckas try, but never stop me
astro black to the rescue, while y’all brothers actin’ c-cky
sh–… i’m ’bout to go eat some chicken and saké
i see the fries, you like some could-be jockeys
reality check, like 360 ’round the circles
(everything that comes around goes back around for a purpose)
(life’s bitten all the lip service)
some mc’s need to be smacked wordless

[interview clip: guardinia]
“it seemed that… uh… a feeling i had that i had done when i had something wrong. and, uh, my coordinator, as we called ’em, shot me down and i was back on the… the low man on the totem pole. it was… i had a sense of, or feeling of, uh… you know, hey, mommy’s not there, daddy’s not there. no one can get out of me this but me. and if i do get out of it, it’s going to be on my own merit. it was the last feeling of being on my own two feet. i stayed in day town [?] for a long time.”

- king britt

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