24-7 Lyrics & Chords By Quasimoto

Madlib:
Like a .357 hitting on 365
Checking them dead or alive with my man

Medaphoar:
Listen up, I make it pop when I drop the rhyme, no corrupting your spot that mops
MC's out the box so I remain on top
Number one contender assassin
Blast a rhymes attracting green weed, bitches and cash then
I'm mashin' in fashion, southern Cali wild raise for action
Crazed will leave the rhymes packed in
My verbal clip come packed for easy access
The fact is your crew is backwards stepping up to the real
Yo, MC Shady got the record deals
Lyrically getting peels, still, I feel you recognize, there's more than just size
It's all about do you got heart and do you come real with rhymes?
Times up, never run up, hit your roster getting done up
Paralyzed from the neck up
Hold the checking up, doing up, crews for the coming up
I'm faster when it comes to cash
I speed fast past to leave you whiplashed
To watch we spread around like crabs to quickly get in that ass
For the future present and past, lacing tracks like hash

Check the weak, mark MC's everyday all day
Is where I stay deep on the west, real MC's don't play
We lay it down just like that or better yet like this
Rhymes on deck leaving fake MC's check, check, check, check

Quasimoto:
The Ill Loop Digga, woot

Madlib and Quasimoto:
Ch-check one, two ,two, one, two
I come through like volcanic eruption, Ginsu
Knives cutting right through you
Hit you off with lyrical stanzas (Stanzas)
Hit you off with questions or answers
Running through MC's like cancel you (Doot)
Can't compete when I throw on my beat
When I write a rap, when I get on the turntables and scratch
Nigga's try to attach, y'all nigga's get snatched up
Mashed up for trying to act up
Why you half step to my rep
Now you're going in debt
The Ill Loop dig upon set word back
Got to give like I'm hitting headcracks
Going through your back like some lead black
Never give a wack nigga no slack, get the Prozac
Niggas always hollering about, "Where the hoes at"
Or, "I don't even like that nigga man," but where my foes at?
(Hey I'm going to take that nigga out man, you see my strap?)
Bunch of bluffing, "Kill that nigga, right now," and everyone knows that

Madlib:
Check the weak, mark MC's everyday all day
Is where I stay deep on the west, real MC's don't play
We lay it down just like that or better yet like this
Rhymes on deck leaving fake MC's check, check, check, check

Check the weak, mark MC's everyday all day
Is where I stay deep on the west, real MC's don't play
We lay it down just like that or better yet like this
Rhymes on deck leaving fake MC's check, check, check, check

Andy Bey:
Oh, the universe
Oh, the universe
We must get closer to the essence of life
But beware that it takes courage and strife