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Rating: When faced with a masterpiece, silence often descends. Silence is awe for what transcends. Writing truthfully about this album is therefore the most daunting task.
Citing one track over another would mean betraying the visionary power of this work. We are not merely talking about one of the most beautiful and at the same time revolutionary albums that hip hop history has ever seen, but probably the most artistically significant album that has appeared on this planet in recent years.
Listening to "The Further Adventure Of Lord Quas" is not a listening experience; it is an original experience. An experience that casts into oblivion: oblivion of self, oblivion of music itself, oblivion of one's time. The deconstructive scope of this record is so strong that it involves the listener in a real existential shipwreck. The reference points are so many that their perfect, crazy assembly dissolves the content.
Everything appears rarefied like in an eternal skit of sounds, or rather, like infinite skits where words vanish over time. The helium rhymes of Madlib are caustic, nonsensical, out of time, out of the world; they often occur on the beat without direction or reason, like images in a Van Peebles film. Even where the piece seems more logical (like in "Rappcats", an apologia of the Old School), you realize that you are actually listening to an inarticulate list of names.
Dialogs, rhymes, images, sounds... Everything is one. The differences, understood as part of a single madness, cancel each other out. There are no more boundaries (such as between one track and another, for instance), just as this album might no longer exist, perhaps not even music.
Lord Quas is not a fictional character, nor is he even the invention of a mind; Lord Quas is that madman who announces at the market: Music is dead!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Bullyshit (03:07)
Quasimoto:
I only come out when the sky gets dark, in the night time
We get sharp light, when it's the right time
I run around town scalping old folks for butter knives
No regards for nothing, we all up on the gutter life
I keep it on the down low, just like a terrorist
Planning out the illest shit but always keep it errorless
I'm like a bully that started out in the first grade
Picking out the chumps in class, that's when the nurse came
Sticking pencils in the hand of the principal
Heh, there's nothing you can tell me cuz i'm feeling indismissable.
Yo it's the bad character, you know the routine
Smoking dough in the back of the church with with Rev too clean
Hey Willie, imma never grow up
I got toys from my others
The last person that took us is permanently swimming with fishes
give a what you think of my life, hitting every wife cuz we all up on strife
Madlib:
Hey Quas, leave him alone...oh shit
Quasimoto:
I tie you up to the back of my car
Take a phone trip, after ten drinks at a bar
It's like a belt yo, I be hitting mad tail
Doom's nominated for the best rolled L's
Quas is nominated for the best sold spells
Madlib is often hated because he has less cells
The new breed, Quasimoto take-over
Connect the dots so we can get the...shake rover
Leave a taste of baking soda
Thought I told ya to take a piss like you was my stepson
The chosen one, come and get some
Like one time this brotha blew my bathroom up trying to get relief
But didn't know I roll my toilet paper on poison ivy leaf
Heh, give a what you think of my life, hitting every wife cuz we all up on strife
02 Greenery (03:14)
smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
never touch the breeze this is sticky green leaves
(put it in the dutch it gets stuck on yo touch)
pack it in the bong, last long, have you on fresh
light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound
(well if you look over here (i like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
right there to the left!)
(my man with the rasta got the best green pasta
tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)
anyway, gimme an ounce of that shit
i'll have that shit with madlib
we could bounce to that shit
make a basket full of cookies
make ya feel like a rookie
make you eat a lot and maybe go get some nookie
(highpowered shit so we can do our astro travelling)
around the world, on a smoke tour, dabbeling
the most best of weed, amsterdam humble seeds
weeds weeds weeds, is what we all needs needs
light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound
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