Discipline 99 Pt. 0 - Quasimoto, Mr. Herb, Quasimoto feat. Mr. Herb

I’ll take you out like a mason cut ya head off like jason

Like you’re free-basing, talking about that ghost you chasing

(Have you seen the skinny little boy that chases the white ghost at night?

Have you seen the little boy?

Face puffed up, tracks in his arm,

and his mind blown.

His mama’s somewhere drinking and talking about survival.

Pop’s in jail or downtown at the Y… the little boy chases white ghost with

his friends and they get HIGH.)

We’re the birth of a new breed, we got you open

Trying to figure what we choking

You just a token

Trying to do what we do, we livin like «what»

Some niggas can’t even keep they mouth off our nuts

You got guts if you challenging this

Leave you with your wrists slit cuz you ain’t damaging this

Quasimoto crew

We make you want to press rewind

Hit you with the discipline 99

I hear brothas wanna battle Mr. Herbie, where they at?

Rollin up in they Cadillac, rollin' up a sack

Brothas perpetrating hard finding it hard to rap

I come with that hard to rap that freezes their cardiac

Imagine that

Looking for lot is what they haven’t had

Ask him was a lot in that

Does he have his lamp on that wack habitat

I’ll change

Burn em, they rappin' pad

Kicking them more fresh rhymes than brothas kick hacky-sacks

(Have you seen two little boys run past here? With a lady’s purse?

They stole the black woman’s purse the other day, yesterday, today, tomorrow

Face puffed up, tracks on their arms, eyes popping out of their skulls,

and their minds blown

And they get HIGH

They get HIGH

Talking tripping, talking about flying talking about getting high

Getting high…)