Squarian Anthem - XV

Square nigga, I made the rules

They sold me don’ts and I paid the dues

Never been no bookworm, I got bad grades in school

I did some juvi time, for having a fader do

But I never let this shit make me cause I ain’t no fool

I’m super deep, you baby pool

You at my show but you ain’t gon' move?

Well fuck your circle, y’all way too cool

We just want to ball

Plaques up on our wall

Get it then we gone

We dont mess with y’all

Who be hating when you talk

Waiting for my fall

See you in the hall

We don’t mess with ya’ll

Fuck your circle (hey hey)

We don’t mess with ya’ll

Fuck your circle (hey hey)

We don’t mess with ya’ll

Fuck your circle (hey hey)

We don’t mess with ya’ll

We don’t mess with ya’ll

We don’t mess with ya’ll

You got plugs but no spark, flood the streets no ark

Acting like you on top of the building, I got your feeling like Joe Clark

The kid next from the midwest with a pimp chest, cold heart

I don’t play in married, I play Mario Kart

I Oscar T, I’m 3−1-6, I’m 21st, I’m Grove Park

I’m Spike Lee meets Shock G, meets Rauschenberg, meets Mozart

I see your circle and throw darts, I’m so sharp like Tone Stark

In a suit in front of a flow chart, you root beer, all bark

Wings fall like pillow fights, a Polo card', need Den10 on flights

At the same pace of a John Woo flick, tell my niggas kick back, let the don do

this

I’mma kill the game no blood on the scene just a glove in my jeans and a Bronco

whip

Poetry like a bongo hit and the bong I rip help the song I spit

L7 we fly the jet with no idea how high we get

My father left but brother’s right so now you know how fly we get

Love, life, and loyalty and living long like legends

Thats all that I be reppin', that’s that L7 nigga

Tell me who’s better with the ball motherfucker if it ain’t me

Cause they breeze past, over heads arms up

Catch me in my zone like a Saint’s t

Thats T plus E

Just means that I ate their circles

The square don’t care man I ain’t no urkel

Swear thats truth from all the tattoo

They red, the heat blue from beating up the beats 'til he made them purple

Picasso hot flow, Im on top though

Might break at the chicks like Roscoe

But couldn’t prepare to move the 'caine like Lotso

Where your buzz bitch?

These bars who does this?

Got some 3−16s they love this but these birds want a peace no dove shit

I’m above this, game on (game on)

Think it’s fun in the sun but I’ve been on the run ever since a nigga came home

Back at it again with a pad in a pen going in like I came home

You see what I did there?

On top but I’ve been here

L7's are we in here?

Thought so, we blew up like cop clothes

Never been a bad boy on cops though

Put Seagal in the mall, I’ll cop those

My kicks sick, we shaking the game, no hit stick

They broke the game, we fixed it

Cause we Squarians, and we live this