[Intro]

Ayo, Quas

Ayy, Quas, pick up the fuckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin, bro

Listen, man, Madlib out here doing records with Logic and shit

Don't nobody give a fuck about that, don't nobody want that shit

We need Quas back, man, come on, come on, man

Fuckin' rap, bro, what the fuck you doing?

[Verse]

Yeah

Madlib, my man, come the fuck back, damn

Show the people that you understand what I'm sayin'

Quasimoto flow, toe-to-toe with any spitter

Hip-hop needs you in this company, the Black John Ritter

In the lab, you said, "People don't wanna hear my shit"

I should smack you, brother, they revere that shit

Come back, run it back, neutralize 'em like Men in Black

From Stones Throw to Madlib Invazion

Ask any fan on the street, they'll say your shit is amazing

The G.O.A.T., a legend, a god amongst men

Greatest producer alive, number one out of the ten

Egon would say that shit'll prolly make you feel uncomfortable, don't it?

But it might bring you back, won't it?

Quas and an MPC is no match for any opponent

One of the greatest alive, nobody could argue

Just come back, man, the rap cats would never dog you

I had to write you now or else I probably never would

I don't want you full of regret like, "Damn, man, I should"

I don't think you understand what you instilled in me

Hip-hop from Jaylib to Madvillainy

You are the sound of our ancestors

Come back and rap, man, it's killin' me