Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Squarian Anthem, artist - XV. Date of issue: 17.10.2012
Song language: English
Squarian Anthem |
| 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 |