Be The Tree - Overlay

Instrumental - "Grind" by Chuki Beats
https://www.youtube.com/user/CHUKImusic

A triumphant return after a long hiatus.

Be The Tree, Pt. 1 (Fall '16)

Side A - B EdiS (Summer '14)

Instrumental - "I'm God," Clams Casino

I wrote the middle portion in 2013, and finished the beginning and end at the start of 2017.

Guess What (Summer '13, Winter '17)

Instrumental Produced by Chuki
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Is61BM7Lnw
Get them motherfucking hands up. Shout out to Milkie's, catch me at open mic any tuesday

Put Them Hands Up

Download: https://quadrothemagnificent.bandcamp.com/track/what-do-i-deserve

Produced by Chuki Beats
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZULfaUlIs0

HOOK: 

Wh-wh-what do I deserve? 
I been served up something but I'm not sure I've earned it 
Somebody's done a lotta dirt 
To ensure I can perch and observe all the earthlings 
I'm concerned it'll take a lotta work 
To return things to the way they were, but 
FIrst things first, is it absurd to be unsure if it's worth it? 
What if I deserve it? 
What do I deserve? A good job, a good home? 
Something that a buncha y'all don't? 
What, what do I deserve? A nice car, some nice clothes? 
Is it 'cause of my skintone? 
My Y chromosome? I really wanna know 
Have I been taking shit I haven't earned? 
Or is it that *they* should get more? 
We're blatantly hoarding resources each person deserves 
What, what do I deserve 

VERSE 1: 
I'm just walkin'. Hands down in both of my pockets. 
Smilin' and noddin'. Knowing that cops won't stop me 
Even though I'm off my noggin on this acid, and I look just like the 
Guys responsible for all the bad shit, causin' havoc 
To be honest, I oughtta get shot in traffic. 
Instead, I'm blasting music, speedin' 
Holding half a doobie, knowing nothing's gonna happen to me 
If one of these bastards shoots me they'll treat it like 
Tragic news, 'cause that's the truth 
But shit, I'd probably survive if I went and shot up a school 
They be like, "He's just troubled. 
Oh, that poor little white boy, mental health is such a fucking struggle 
He was a such a good student, ooh, and his mother really loves him 
It's terrible to see such suffering 
But but them thugs, them really had it comin'! 
Why in the fuck was the motherfucker running 
I ain't ever had a run-in with the law where a gun gets involved, 
That fucker musta been up to something" 
Meanwhile, I'm the one on drugs in public. It occurs to me 
That I see no need to be nervous, I don't think anybody deserves to be
I gotta do more than assert belief. Why do I feel this uncertainty 
On what do I deserve, and what the fuck's this world deserve from me? 

HOOK 

VERSE 2: 

I been slackin'. I don't really make shit happen 
I ain't got passion, but I got a safety net to fall back in 
And I ain't ever put no effort in my education 
I would get good grades, but I was levitating 
Fried like eggs and bacon, ugh. 
So why'd I expect good wages? I haven't paid my dues. 
Don't wanna take from you, but homie I'm way confused 
This ain't the truth, the way they choose who makes the loot 
If your name is too unmistakable as racial 
You'll be played for a fool, it's their favorite tool! They be like: 
"It's not prejudice. There's no evidence 
Of any executive giving preference to a relative. 
Well, except the president, but that is an exception! 
Every regulation makes it so all races get accepted, so forget it. 
Just because the cops are dropping epithets in text 
doesn't make it systemic. 
Maybe you're crazy expecting spectators respect 
with the way you're relaying your message." 
W-wait up a second, w-what in the fuck? It's not that complicated. 
They hold nothing but profit sacred, I just wanna be compensated 
In proper denominations, got me contemplating thoroughly: 
If I still don't think that I'm earning my worth, what exactly do y'all deserve from me?

HOOK

What Do I Deserve

This that big debut
The day you’ll say QUA came through
Spraying straight doodoo in your face, you lose
Ooh hey dude, rate me, play my YouTube
QUA with the attitude of two Husseins
Super Saiyan cadence, shootin boucoup flames
What do you say to this kind of amazing and stylish
Guy on this stage for you today
Lookin like a goose in a new toupee
Made of toothpaste, sittin by the pool, in the shade
Sippin blue Kool-Aid, with a face like he got a toothache
Who claims who’s fake, who stays?
I’ma stay true to the way thangs move in my brain
If it ain’t make sense, make do
This is how Quadro raps
Every little thought I have
Gets scribbled on a pad then spitted on a track
If the shit I think is wack, least I kill it when I rap
Quadro’s back
And his dong belongs in Brobdignag
I’m so Jonathon Swift with it, so call me that
No couch in my living room, it’s all beanbags
Mufucka, you could never flow like me
Try to go my speed, and clone my steez?
Don’t try, you ain’t fit to hold my peen
No lie, Dro rhymes so dope, I skeet when I
Read em, do you feel me? Do you smell me? Would you let me
Touch your belly if I tell you it’s the best I’ve ever seen?
Tell me I’m intelligent, tell me that my sentences are
Elegant and my flow’s so effortless and fresh and clean
But flow is irrelevant to message to a certain extent
Simply serving as emphasis, yet in the
End every element stems from intention
Every tense in every sentence was selected
With intelligence and reverence for language, I can change the way I
Say it just to make you pay attention to the segments that I
Want, but I suggest that you digest from every direction, let it
Gestate till the gesdaldt that results is a reflection of my
Headspace, yep, let me serve as an extension
Lend some expertise and tease the lessons from experience
I’ll be a mentor if you drop your guard and see me
C’mon people, bring a bottle to a genie
Or maybe y'all should call the cops, Quadro's off his leash
He talks like a Picasso while rocking colossal peen
He's the bright good morning voice who's heard but never seen
His thoughts aren't often docile and his drawers are never clean
He's a rhyme machine
He's everything you never try to be
And that’s fine, but you should come vibe with me sometime
And find all the rhymes I speak in my lines
I might be a minor synesthete, hear shit visually
Then I bring a little bit of heat and kill the beat
I flip scripts flippantly with dick pic imagery
Big spliff incoming, I rip this and finish these
Inscriptions, and figure if I spit quick and differently,
Eventually, maybe some of these chicks'll be diggin me
That’s why I rap, gotta pick me up some chickadees
And gih ya som’n to make you mention me
So tell me I’m intelligent, tell me that my sentences are eloquent
Tell me you just wanna give me head again
Tell me I’m a gentleman for letting you
And promise never to make me tell the truth
I’ma do it when I’m ready to. Ready boo?
Yep, yep, yep, I been ten steps ahead of you
Y’all ain’t even present on my schedule
I’ma flow incredible
And if it doesn’t seem so comprehensible
It’s probably cause your head is full of vegetables
And if you think this shit is difficult, shit, well, it isn’t though
This lil flow is frickin trivial
I’m rid of you pitiful bitches who be thinking that you’re hard
But you’re shittin in your drawers when I’m thinkin up bars
I’m sicker than y’all, I sniffle and cough
Spit like a biblical God
This is the rhythm of thought
Syllables scribbled and jotted
Mixin the real with the nonsense
Conquerin the continent like I was fuckin Napoleon Bonepart
Yeah I’m launchin my rockets at you, you gonna get blown apart
All these cops wanna stop me sellin blow at the PokeMart
So I’m choppin up coke in my car with a PokeMon card

This is my cadenza...

The Debut (Gaslight Flow) - comp. Grant MacNeil

Homie, I was born here
Already walking upright, already talking
There was no before here
My body's a drop of sunlight, constantly falling
If I could make it more clear, I dunno if I'd do it
Dysfluency's useful for future intuiting
How you view the future's illusory
You should see there ain't no losing me
That's how it has to be. There is no forward or back to me
Just gravity
And with time itself as my tapestry, I find myself at my apogee

CHORUS

No one to run to
No one to come through, checking up on you
No one to talk to
No one to chase, no one to blame
No one to create with or complain to
There's nobody here but me

Every place is someplace new when time is place too
And one thing that I'll never do is try erasing you
What's eternal, what's permanent? I rack my brain determining
One's the tattoo on my shoulder, one's the flame that burns within
And time is like a prism, it shifts and it spills its wisdom
But every minute one might've witnessed still exists within the crystal
So I ascend, then I descend, then I transcend, then I'm dancin'
On the firmament to the music of the spheres, 'til I return again

Just In Time - Comp. Sylt

*I’ll admit, I’m a bit frustrated. I just came in, guns blazing
Y’all gave me a bunch of dumb statements, so then I spill my guts on the page, and the
Judges ain’t impressed with either the way I can spray like Tech, or the way I’m
Able to lay my pain to rest when I scrape this pen on the paper. Can I
Get some recognition in this bitch? Talk about rhyme density
I’ve yet to see another motherfucker who can even try to bite the kind of rhymes you get from me
I’d expect to be the prime centerpiece, the guy the rest of these guys get to see
Shining, 'specially with my tech-uh-nique, I’ll eventually be diamond
(diamond diamond)...But not when everybody’s got a
Cranium saturated with rutabega, what a rude a-
Wakening, I been patient for ages, tryna make my way to a
Stage and maybe get some attention, flexin’ these cadences in a
Way that’s way above the stuff that’s played on the radio, flow in-
Ventive as fuck, man, you should check what I’m saying, bro. It’s
Not my fault you’re too fucking stupid to spot a Mona Lisa, or
Know a genius when you see one, you -* Hold up, please, don’t speak for me
I’ve been searching for my center, you’re assuredly not that
So I’mma need you to stop acting it, fall back and adapt
Let’s not pretend you haven’t been there for every lesson I went through, every
Tear shed, and regret too. The promiscuity, that was you.
You’re the reason I even bother to think about how I look
You're the reason I ain't got no fucking hooks. What the fuck
You're the reason for a bunch of broken hearts, mine included
Every time I listen to you, I eventually find that I'm deluded
But my psyche has you in it, not the other way around
It’s about time I let my spirit make its rounds, and fade you out
Put limitations on allowing your words to invade my mouth
When I’m on stage we rave and shout but it stops when I take a bow
And I’m generally opposed to all forms of self-promotion ex-
Cept for my vocals, I guess I can let you present yourself to the ProTools
But that’s as far as it goes dude, it’s over, your reign is ended
I’ll be in charge for the remainder of the time that we stay connected
*There’s just one problem with the shit you’re saying, homie: we ain’t separate
Bitch, I am you* No you’re not. *I’d say I’m the very best segment
The part that other people see, the people that you’re friends with
If they don’t know the rest of it, doesn’t that make it nonexistent?*
Not at all, and they do know, and no you’re not, and maybe you’re right, but I got a
Feeling I’m onto something, if I could just play with my mind in the right
Way I just might be able to find some kind of elegant scheme that places
You inside my consciousness, embedded in a dream
Embedded in infinity *Why can’t you keep it simple, g?
Did you forget that I was the reason for every time you’ve wet your D?
You’ve got some nerve to lecture me, when everything that we’ve accomplished
Was my idea from the start, bitch I’m the one behind these bars
I'm the one behind -* Yo hold up a second homie, you just said it
You're the one behind the bars, I'm the one who decides who exits
*That's not what I meant* I don't give a shit, now shut up and listen
Seems to me you’ve gone and built yourself a prison you can live in ad infinitum
*You mean infinitum (corrects pronunciation)* Fuck it, the point is you’re stuck here
I’mma just lock this up when I leave, I will be back if I need you for something
*What about -* End of discussion.

Ego Behind Bars (rough, unsubmitted)

HOOK:
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
Cause I don’t really like this beat that much
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
Cause I don’t really like this beat that much
Now clap, clap, clap
Motherfucker clap, clap, it’s the only thing I ask when I’m
Rapping, well, that plus a pat on the back, and then
Step back and call me a ____
Cause I’m getting in that ass, and I’m slapping your nuts
Front to the back, back to the front
You might give a shit, but I don’t give a fuck, motherfucker
Cause I don’t really like this beat that much

VERSE 1:
But but, still I gotta kill it
Still I gotta really be the illest in the building
Motherfucker did you listen when I tried to tell you that my dick is bigger than
Ten million Mr. Middletons
Yeah I’m on that bullshit again, silly as a little kid
Spillin' ignorant shit like it’s s’posed to be fun
But if it isn’t bitch, I don’t give a shit
No, not a bit, and I don’t give a fuck.
So, who wanna lick this dick?
Who who wanna, who wanna suck these nuts? (you?)
Who wants ta eat my shit?
Who just wishes I would shut the fuck up, fucka who wants what?
Who’s got a doobie or blunt?
Who’s got a beautiful butt? Whose boobs can I suck?
Are you gonna do me or what? Will you let me do what I want? Put a tube in your butt
Dribble in a bit of hot chili,
You will never hear me say “not really”
The day Quad’s kidding is the same day the Earth stops spinning
“Insh’allah” really means “Quad willing.”
Don’t try to tell me I am not witty, I will not listen
It’s impossible, the thought of me not winning is a lost cause to me
I will not bring it to consciousness at all
I won’t let you think it when you talk to me
Y’all hear the artistry on the beat, Quad’s a monstrosity
Dumb fuckin judges keep talkin like hip-hop emcees
Haven’t been rappin’ ‘bout rappin’ since
Back when this whole fuckin thing started happenin'
*This your captain, I’m backing her up*
My rap’s like two actresses crapping in cups
I’m grabbing my package and smacking your butt ‘cause I’m
Blasted on acid and fresh out of fucks
Yeah

HOOK

VERSE 2:
Yuh, it’s not like I ain’t willing
If I found a fuck to give then surely I would give it
But but but the only thing I can bring myself to give a shit about
Is tracking down your family and sticking my dick in their mouths
That’s Quadro, but call me the Flobotomous Floop
AKA the shock doctor with rocks in his poop
That dude launching rockets at his crotch in the nude
Bitch I only did it ‘cause your mom did it too
Ooh, now I’m in a groove. What you wouldn’t do for an hour in my shoes
Ooh, ooh, I’m so smooth… 
I’m so motherfucking
Smooth, man

Goddamn

Alright, lemme get back to this bullshit

Back up in this motherfucker
Smackin up a motherfucker if a motherfucker doesn’t listen
I am shittin on you motherfuckers, bringing a bit of friction
If a motherfucker listens to my diction with indifference
That’s a motherfuckin imbecile, missin the principle
Part of what art is, lethargic and miserable
Just as unwelcome as a shart in a swimming pool
Every single day brings an even bigger fool
But I mean ay, I ain’t really trippin
Recognition ain’t the only thing keeping me driven
And I am not focused on outcomes, I’m living
In each present moment, the Tao gives me vision
So that is my captain, backin’ me up
I rap with a passion, attacking these drums
I’m flaccid and jackin’ it, spattered in blood, just
Laughin and laughin, not giving a fuck
Ha!

HOOK

IDGAF - Comp. Kekko Bros

Samsmardo - Comp. Seth Alexander

VERSE 1:

Oh my God… This isn’t what I was envisioning but if you
.. hold my cock… jiggle, wiggle it, dot dot dot...
Hold up, Quad, you really just spit an ellipsis? That shit is ridiculous
No it’s not... My dick is as big as it’s ever been. Qua-Qua-Quadro-
Quadro’s on the mic, yeah, Quadro’s on the mic
And if you see him in the street go on and holler at a k***
Go on and gobble on his knob, and then go swallow up his pride
Then try to comprehend the reason not to keep this all inside
Turn your speakers up and hear me while I speak what’s on my mind
Cause I deserve it, I’m a creature of rhyme, beast in its prime
With mind reaching deep in the divine to find secrets a piece at a time
And decide to speak some penis in the rhymes
Cause why not? Y’all don’t want a feature from the guy
I take the beat and I just beat it up, goodbye
I might even fuck your wife, I might even fuck your life up
Or I might just be the right guy to guide ya, so invite me to your cypher


VERSE 2:

If you don’t like my shit, it’s just because of Dunning-Kruger
What the fuck is going through these motherfuckers’ noodles?
Dummies think they smart when they be really fuckin stupid
Oh but lucky you, looks like I got a chance to school ya
Quad’s the man to do ya, I’m plotting a scam stupider than
Robbin’ a damn Stewart’s up in Rotterdam, New York
I borrowed the plan from Too Short - we’re all gonna wear suit-shorts and tube tops
Hop in a van with two whores, then buh buh buh
Put the shit on YouPorn, let Kudos know that I do porn too
I’m up in a poop chute with a shoehorn
How the fuck you think I’m gonna get my nuts to fit?
I’m too engorged to do more. My foot only fits if the shoe’s worn
But I’ll get it in in due course
Revenge is a medicine best delivered lukewarm
My head is revving like the engine in a new Porsche, true story, I’m too glorious
Hammered like a Jewish warrior, coming in just to fuck shit up

VERSE 3

All the stupid clueless rubes, I’m poopin on em
Y’all can stop with all the hootin and hollerin, Googlin who your father is
It’s Quad, I met your mom at a brothel
Condom popped like a balloon when I finally spewed my shot in it
Oooh, look at you, ya lil sleuth, ya friggin solved the shit, my compliments
I might have been a bit too swift in calling you incompetent
...You will not get an apology, and that’s a promise
Obviously Quad is just too god damn dominant
Intolerant of God scams, it’s Quad’s plan I’m following
I was squatting on your mom’s ass with my balls slamming constantly
I’m a goddamn prodigy and y’all are all my progeny
So give thanks to Quad that I’m at all feeling fatherly
It could all be atrocities if that’s the way I wanted it
But I’m a bit more Hip-Hop-popotamus than Brother Lynch
So welcome to my nonsense apocalypse, you want a drink?
Take off the kicks and step up in the residence where Quadro lives

How I Do It - Comp. by Focus On Beats

So we took another trip around the sun
Seems to me like most of us are loud and dumb
Myself included, I am far too proud to front
So how we gonna start to channel what we got to get our siblings out these slums?
How’d we come to be so hungry that our brothers don’t get none?
But it’s fun to feed addictions, thizzin, twisted off this bud
Dumping bubbly on sluts, the seedy underbelly’s run
By thuggish companies that plunder from what keeps the public numb

Hook:
But I am here and I am feeling resolute
I ain’t no Sith, I do not deal in absolutes
I’mma speak on what I feel and that’s the truth
And this is not how I usually do this, but I got some resolutions
How bout You? How bout you? I can make change any time I choose
So how bout you? This is how things move
Shit starts in my head, works down to my shoes, and the crowd goes ooh
The crowd goes ooh, but I’m in that crowd and I’m shouting too
As I balance you and me and we and every route to run power through
So how bout you? How bout you? Yeah, yeah, how bout you?
How bout you? How bout you? Yeah, yeah, how bout you?
How bout you? How bout you? I can make change any time I choose
This is how things move, shit starts in my head, works down to my shoes and the crowd goes

Verse:
Kinda feels a lot like I be starting fresh
Out from under what’s been weighing on my chest
Spent so much time just tryna sort through all this mess, shit was stressful
Now I finally feel my head is clearing, let’s go see what’s left
Check my friends list, independence is a myth. It’s apprenticeship to everyone I’m with
So selection is a thing to put intention in, think: which’ll be with me in the end?
Who’s got a skill I can use to propel myself to a position where I got a hand to lend?
Wait a second, I got hands right now, shit, who among you can I trust to tell me where to spend my effort?
I want every bit of sweat poured into important shit - who can tell me what important is?
I guess for some things I just gotta find that source within
Abhor the sin. Abort the plans of extortionists. Force the split, never hoard the wisdom.
Yeah, I’mma share my fortune with those less fortunate

Hook

Verse:
I think it’s time to put the drugs back on the shelf
Self-medication was to face my inner hell
I did not give a shit about my friggin health
And shit, well, now I do, since I’ve reframed it as capacity to help
I’m out my shell, thinking what’ll happen if I fail, thinking bout the folks who wanna see me doing well
Thinking bout the shit we could accomplish, all the problems we can solve, it ain’t gotta be tooth and nail, I can see it through the veil
Truth prevails. Paddle if you wanna, I’mma use a sail
I’mma get these holes in the hull plugged up so I can spend less time stooped over tryna scoop and bail
I’mma find better ways to get the mind quiet, maybe through meditation or exercise
Try to maintain youth for the rest of life, and try to make sure you get the best of mine
I’mma pay them dues till my sweat is dry, then I’mma make them moves when the check arrives
And when my time’s spent, I’mma go make room, try to find who’s next in line

Hook

Resolution - Prod. by Blute Productions

Glarm Up On You - Comp. by Big B

Canby - Comp. Don Cuso Madstak

Keep Shining - Comp. Bosco Angelo Beats

Ohh, my....
Did you ever even imagine??...
Look at all this FUN we're having....

I got this big dick like a javelin, I stick it up in your abdomen
Just like a parasitic insect living up in your mattress
But it's your skin I'm inhabiting; when I had first established this
Habit the shit was challenging, but I been tinkering around with
Different apparatuses and now I think I've figured out a
Bit on how to... shit, well, I guess I should quit babbling
Let's get the other half of you strapped into this contraption
I'm really tryna see that adam's apple from the back of it
What's that? That patch on my robes 'sposed to say "satin?"
No, that's not some kind of tag, that's a monogram, actually
Now no further distractions please, there's no turning back for we
Our sojourn is practically over, then back to sleep
You can try a couple practice screams, in time that shit'll come naturally
I'll pry at your anatomy and find a way to crack a seam
Then file away each flaccid secret, free what has been trapped beneath
And seat myself as master, if I ask it then you have to be
Afraid

Be afraid
Be afraid
Be afraid

I know what shit to say, because I know what's in your brain

Got a banana in my pocket *and* I'm happy to see ya
I just got back from my nap, I was having a blast with my peoples
I clapped that dragon on his back and got a dap from the Reaper (the low bones)
After that he asked for a feature (for the low low)
Said sure, but first it's back to this teaching
I got this lad at the lab in need of detaching from ego
He takes the credit for his blessings, blames the bad shit on me though
What's he to do when he finds out that I'm not actually evil?
Let us peer back through the peepholes and try to see it as equals
Imagine neither one of us knows what comes after the sequel
Who was who would've moved on, fuck that shit, we need new?
But nah, you saw the script, like "lemme grab that, and read through"
You knew it was stupid then, like sure it was shallow
But you had youthful exuberance and the certainest smile
Now it's doom and it's gloom for him! It's curtains, the gallows
To all my Jungians tuning in, this me working my shadow

Quadro the Magnificent

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