The Palmer Squares - Sarabande lyrics

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The Palmer Squares - Sarabande lyrics

[Terminal Knowledge] I thought swag was a bag full of brown weed Put my foot down leaving cracks in the concrete Baskin and Robin's heist, then we bask in the robbery Raise up a gla** full of Dom P Lab rats blazing gra** through a gas mask Leaving all the waving flags at half ma** I furnish base with clean resonance Palmer Squares terminate with extreme prejudice [Acumental] Oh, my flow's like a natural laxative Take one dose and you'll be crapping your pants with it Cats getting mad 'cuz they're not as smart as me Term and Ac quick to slash your carotid artery Yo the whack antonymical, dash pa** the limit Then backhand a critic I'm madcap, you get it? I k** verses Spitting heat till the milk curdles Making sow ears into silk purses [Terminal Knowledge] Wow...ignoramus is my middle name Patience, the stipulations to this little game Manipulator sick of waiting for this sh** to change Seeing fit devout literation in my victim's traits [Acumental] We're staying faded watching something on basic cable Inhaling vapor on the twentieth day of April I'm flooring you fools Leaving cats more confused Than Tommy Tutone When Jenny got her new phone [Terminal Knowledge] Now, we're basically detainees of the Fourth Reich So whip 'em out (so whip 'em out) have a sword fight Schwarzenegger lady on vacation for a fortnight Bad motherf**ers, briefcase and an orange light [Acumental] You can verify that I'm very fly Take a look at Ac and you'll see Accuracy, commander in chief Of packing the reefer Rapidly attacking the beat Just happens to be a standard procedure [Terminal Knowledge] Yo, riddle me this What would it mean if your life was all a government scheme Money talks, I learned that from Tucker and Sheen But we don't all make bu*ter from cream Some cats minds left corrupt from the dreams of the fame and the fortune Can't do it themselves they got to pay reinforcements Live they whole lives trying to earn a label's endorsement And don't even know the chains they be sporting Term K spitting flames and it's scorching And still Y'all motherf**ers just don't want to listen To this poet enscripted And bestowing his wisdom I don't get it twisted Got some bones to get picking Hitting the back-seat and getting dome from a vixen with a thick end All night them toes be twitching 'Cuz Term go long like throwing the pigskin I own the pound I don't ask for their name Ladies going down like Alaskan Airplanes [Hook] Step in and bless the track, yeah Step in and bless the track, yeah Step in and bless the track, yeah Step in and bless the track, yeah [Acumental] You can define Ac Something like a dime bag pumping cat Speaking his mind more than a mime says nothing I be the world amba**ador Burning handfuls of that purple gra** Or chugging Pabst out a dirty plastic cup That's what's up man I keep recording future artifacts Drinking acetone, chewing shards of gla** Acumental's just an adolescent party crasher The same psycho that slashed detective Arbogast So get your sorry a** out the way fool Dope since grade-school I crank up the ba** like play pool We stay cool And out like Anchorage Alaska, round 5 Palmer Squares a lil' cray so get your hands up We're truly the best overruling objections Closing the case and then we move to the next one Insurrection against the wack It's a wrap When I step in and bless the track, yeah