Squizad by The Palmer Squares Lyrics
[Verse 1: Acumental]
It's the- It's the Palmer Square based team
With the harebrained schemes
Getting airplay everyday marinate beef
Got the flash and the flare say cheese
Barricade the streets I'm a beast in a bear cage biiiitch!
So Ac stay bothered and hot
With a moniker like rap game Jonathan Scott
No property bros flows get properly dropped
Got a bottle of Dom popped with a thot and her mom (WOAH!)
I'm a ghastly ghost
Grandiose raps so I brag and boast
And roll grass to roast
Pass the roach or I'll fracture bones
And throw Pacquiao jabs to the abs and throat
Staying heavily sedated but we made it to the heavenly gates
I'll burn my name into your memory banks like (tsssss)
It's ProbCause, Term K, and Acumental
The tracks get leveled and the hacks get heckled
[Verse 2: ProbCause]
Feel the momentum and I'm on ten from the rhythm
Hit 'em again and again but I saw the whole scene is missing
I'm on a mission a mission
Tryin' to switch it up switch it up
I've been so inside my head now I need to live it up live it up
(Back back back) Back down to Earth
'Cuz everything been done
No you isn't the first
The universe is bigger than you, mellow the thirst
I need to bam bam boogie and jump out of the hearse (come on)
Dead man walking, bump that shit on a walkman
Press it up on a wax
Turn it up over the talking
Silence a non believer
Bump that shit on a speaker
This ain't even an album here it's just a little teaser
I live a life of leisure but work harder than most of them
So much on the burner ain't burnt out I'm toastin' friends
I'm coastin' man refocusin'
We don't ever miss a shot and you like 0 for 10
Y'all on some bullshit but we homegrown
Muffhuggers better get gone
That Stankface squad too strong
What the fuck is you on?
Don't care about your new song, yo Ac pass that blue bong
Burn one then take off and post on that moon (huh?)
[Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge]
I pray to politicians I'm a product of the system
Finna take the opposition to a logical opinion
There's a great amount of fiction in the weight of my convictions
And the state of my condition is (Lifted with a spliff lit)
Scripting Amodeus compositions with a bic pen
Ridden on the train of thought to get where we been
Not in prison yet he locked in a cage
Gone insane paid a visit by the visions
Wandered off in a maze (Muuuurrrrdeeeerrrr!)
Squashing the beef at the delicatessen
Hopping between interstellar dimensions
Hop back into the basement
I guess that my imagination is a helluva weapon
My word is my bond my bond is my word
How absurd, you polished turds just follow the herd
And baa like black sheep
Nod to a trap beat
Not exactly the Cosbys, keep it all in the family though
Spot me in the CH to the ICA GO
Holla "There he go!" when you find me
Remington Iron on the beat drizop
Never get tired of the Beach Squizad
Or Prizob Cause
And if you all on my balls then hizop off
It's the- It's the Palmer Square based team
With the harebrained schemes
Getting airplay everyday marinate beef
Got the flash and the flare say cheese
Barricade the streets I'm a beast in a bear cage biiiitch!
So Ac stay bothered and hot
With a moniker like rap game Jonathan Scott
No property bros flows get properly dropped
Got a bottle of Dom popped with a thot and her mom (WOAH!)
I'm a ghastly ghost
Grandiose raps so I brag and boast
And roll grass to roast
Pass the roach or I'll fracture bones
And throw Pacquiao jabs to the abs and throat
Staying heavily sedated but we made it to the heavenly gates
I'll burn my name into your memory banks like (tsssss)
It's ProbCause, Term K, and Acumental
The tracks get leveled and the hacks get heckled
[Verse 2: ProbCause]
Feel the momentum and I'm on ten from the rhythm
Hit 'em again and again but I saw the whole scene is missing
I'm on a mission a mission
Tryin' to switch it up switch it up
I've been so inside my head now I need to live it up live it up
(Back back back) Back down to Earth
'Cuz everything been done
No you isn't the first
The universe is bigger than you, mellow the thirst
I need to bam bam boogie and jump out of the hearse (come on)
Dead man walking, bump that shit on a walkman
Press it up on a wax
Turn it up over the talking
Silence a non believer
Bump that shit on a speaker
This ain't even an album here it's just a little teaser
I live a life of leisure but work harder than most of them
So much on the burner ain't burnt out I'm toastin' friends
I'm coastin' man refocusin'
We don't ever miss a shot and you like 0 for 10
Y'all on some bullshit but we homegrown
Muffhuggers better get gone
That Stankface squad too strong
What the fuck is you on?
Don't care about your new song, yo Ac pass that blue bong
Burn one then take off and post on that moon (huh?)
[Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge]
I pray to politicians I'm a product of the system
Finna take the opposition to a logical opinion
There's a great amount of fiction in the weight of my convictions
And the state of my condition is (Lifted with a spliff lit)
Scripting Amodeus compositions with a bic pen
Ridden on the train of thought to get where we been
Not in prison yet he locked in a cage
Gone insane paid a visit by the visions
Wandered off in a maze (Muuuurrrrdeeeerrrr!)
Squashing the beef at the delicatessen
Hopping between interstellar dimensions
Hop back into the basement
I guess that my imagination is a helluva weapon
My word is my bond my bond is my word
How absurd, you polished turds just follow the herd
And baa like black sheep
Nod to a trap beat
Not exactly the Cosbys, keep it all in the family though
Spot me in the CH to the ICA GO
Holla "There he go!" when you find me
Remington Iron on the beat drizop
Never get tired of the Beach Squizad
Or Prizob Cause
And if you all on my balls then hizop off