The Palmer Squares - So You Think You Can Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Knowledge over swag, dropping balderdash until my pocket's full of cash Ashes to ashes, there's a couple things we have to establish Getting down to bra** tax with hash discs and tablets of acid Now I can either dive inside and surf the rising tide Or I can part the waters underneath divided skies A private eye, thirsty for some cyanide Slack-jawed, slander speech, cat calls I'm dirty with the diatribe Rap stars sample beats, I read the scandal sheets got Body parts in gla** jars on the mantlepiece They listen now and they'll quote me a moment later Opie Taylor blowing vapor in the open air Herb grower, turn a zone to paper I'll turn your home into a smoking crater church goers know me as the holy savior No debate I'm being slept on, wake the f** up stay headstrong I hate because there ain't enough love Allow me to propose a toast The photo flower, our thing till it's overexposed (Call it Cosa Nostra!) I'm an allergy, I'll plug your nose and close your throat up Smoking a stoge singing "Ain't that a hole in the boat!" I'll meet you on the frontier, couldn't beat me by a c*nt hair Prince made smart cool well Term's keeping dumb square Pump air through my lungs, and what I spit out is dragon's breath Damage the establishment, panthers in a rabbit's den Maggots on a patch of flesh Y'all in deep trouble speech bubbles from beneath the rubble make your knees buckle Seriously guys stop frontin' Words to put tears in your eyes, I'm spitting chopped onions The ladies chase me like I chase the paper Benny Hill stops runnin', shotgunnin' till his face looks like Emmett Till So pen your will cause I k** sh**, the villainous type Y'all mistook a militant mind for brilliance [Verse 2: Acumental] Yo we're so dope it's wack Oxymoronical laugh when it's not even comical My squad is phenomonal we hopping out of a chopper while shouting Geronimo Got me a bottle of Alamos, got me a jar full of weed Mar any charlatan speaking regarding my team yo I won't let the market deplete It's getting harder to breathe everytime that I reach for the stars I get cheated But I keep a card up my sleeve rapping sharp as a cleaver my jargon is heated It's the fraudulent heathen Jumping off of the deep end Taking it back to the start of the scene at a party with Eve in the Garden of Eden (Wow that sh**'s nuts!) Deviant way of the murderous ilk (What you got in that brown bag?) It's lunch, PB&J with some cookies and milk, this incompetent clown packs a punch Prominent sound mastered now that's what's up Wrap a dutch pa** it around catch the buzz Zoned out, I gets high, then I Crash, Bandicoot I'm daft as 2 Joran van der Sloots in a panda suit You can't compute how we stay rappin' to a sampled loop Slammin' shots of Brandy steady lampin' in a Phantom Coupe (OOH!) Remember the name (Who?) It's Lieutenant McClane, my legerdemain is deceptive and aimed to make everyone think I'm ahead of the game but I feel like I'm losing my edge Been eating hallucinogens, shroom stems Diamonds in the sky with Lucy again Bumpin' some powder Uppers and downers I'm f**in' with supplements under the counter We come from a town where the sound of the sirens ring out about once every hour And if you see the Palmer Squares spitting at the Jackson Redline Then you need to call your parents come pick you up it's past your bed time We let it all hang out, after midnight You couldn't harm me in a fist fight with an army or a Swiss knife Live for the moment sleep when you're dead man I cripple opponents A feverish gent with evil intent, so focus I'm Otis Driftwood Roll a spliff, put in the air The greenery got me feeling crooked in my lair And I refuse to let you in, by all the hairs on my chinny chin chin I swear, it's the Palmer Squares for the win [Term] Motherf**ers know what's up P SQUARES!