Low Class Conspiracy

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Quasimoto

Quasimoto (also known as Lord Quas) is the alter ego or the side project of hip hop producer Madlib, from Oxnard, California. Quas is known for the raised pitch of his voice as if he was inhaling helium. Another notable characteristic is Quas inter-changing with Madlib's voice. One day in the studio, Madlib decided to rap to his own beats. He didn't like the sound of his voice (his friends in Oxnard call him 'Barry White' in reference to his deep voice) so he decided to slow his recorder down, rap slow, then speed the recording back up to produce Quasimoto's distinctive high pitched voice. more »

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Ayo we headed to a party to go see what's happenin'
Smoking the Lah, in the car turn on some rappin'
Start to freestyle, we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that spray
Get on the freeway, yo it's after dark
And guess who always pulls up right behind us
Letting all kinds of speeding cars pass
Just so he could harass our black asses
The police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
Year round, asking about where's the pound
Where's the guns? Are y'all niggas on the run?
You got warrants?
Y'all niggas ready for some torment?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence

Man, this stuff just makes me mad, man
That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more
We 'bout to do somethin'
I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day man

The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
To get grands off the man so our whole crew could expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway
I was like f*ck it, 'cause I ain't got no dough anyway
They straight planned it right in my garage
Thinkin' large, putting together the entourage
My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's to keep it freeze
Plus a nigga ratted, so 5-0's on the breeze
Police talking about where's the dead presidents?
I said f*ck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence

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