The Palmer Squares - Own Two lyrics

(Hook) [Terminal Knowledge] Keep walking on your own two Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down Now you know that we gotta get it They told me the skys' the limit The trick is just not to let it hold you down (x2) Don't let it hold you down f** that [Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] You know we got to get it Beach Squad and Pivot they the stars of the show Equipped with splintered bones to straight up carve it in stone If they startin' to doze off get 'em focused and centered Heart made of gold? Nonsense, the soul of a sinner Hardly spoken from scripture I bark like a Doberman Pinscher Dissecting the roach and smoking its innards I get with the go and flow like a twig in the shoulders of a mighty stream Life is a frightening dream, over with lightning speed Homie hold me down [Saba] Like resuscitation I'm back in the spot like a Dalmatian And hot like eternal damnation From my block to every block in the damn nation Fans patient-ly waiting like 50 cent Bums patient-ly waiting for 50 cents I'm the fan favorite They like new smokers, how they can't face it I don't do raps, these more like facts, bro I'm like f**ing Google f** introductions, you don't know me, go to f**ing Google [Acumental] I'm from Chicago d**h quadruple stats My city pop, and I'm flexing, I'm shooting gats But I got a Coolmax vest let the ruger flash Ac taking shots to the chest, call me Tuukka Rask I'm the best, present, future, past, ever Everything I do I do it to the last letter You should google Ac's name for elusive raps Came here to do the damn thing for my groupie cats (Hook) Keep walking on your own two Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down (Verse 2) [Acumental] I check into room 237 Say word to hell, I never heard of heaven Let's twirl a L, I got herb to sell I got personnel We tryna earn a living out here Gotta flip that weight First things first, better get that straight Big bad wolf and the pigs get played Like a three course meal then I lick that plate Nothing but straight trash in my weight cla** So muscle up with your fake a** And just slow your roll, no brake pads I don't breakdance, I can't bust a move But I'll drop a needle in a dusty groove (The sky's the limit) Yeah well if that's the case then f** the roof, like [Terminal Knowledge] Google me three, if the shoe fit, greet you with a boot tip Them new Timbs and a Jesus piece Preaching to these two-bits, but You know that, a priest to me is Judas Uh, and you know Sab, he beat the beat with two fists It seems to me you clueless The movement is makeshift Stankface raise the roof and the basement Go on split the philly Fill it up with piff, puff, puff, give What it is, what it don't do My clique finna show you [Saba] On my own two like kangaroos You came to lose I'm winning like Winfreys 2000 B.C. (?) with some bare heat That is unnecessary I am so secretary Frightened, cayenne, I am so high you would think a cop was chasing Jason Vorhees, clutch like Horry Story, origami, uh Folding like loose leaf, or cooling, I am grinding Like a smoothie Kujichagulia, that determination Old ladies catch the holy ghost I got your servant waiting (Hook) (Verse 3) [Acumental] Yo I get up in the morning early Before the birdie Immaturely hoarding furbies in the attic Yeah I'm sorta quirky Score 30 plus, I got you by the short and curlies We court gorgeous girls and sport Jordan jerseys I was born to slur important words and foreign verbage Or verbiage Find me torching herb in Mormon churches Recording verses yo, I'll slaughter you for sacrifice Man I swear to god, I'm holy water to the Antichrist [Terminal Knowledge] Cla** in session I'm not a mathematician Failed the exam but I pa**ed the written Tail through my legs in the back of detention And as soon as cla** dismissed, my crew finna wrap the swisher Call it a habit, I call it packing the tools of a black magician There's a diplomat between heaven and hell But you never can tell what's fact or fiction I is what I am and I am what I is, but I can't seem to kick this crack addiction Smacking b**hes on they a**es, making rash decisions Cause lately ain't nobody ask if they can grant my wishes I lack efficiency, don't have concern for the listener f** bad for business, that sh**'s one word Cataclysmic, get to work Pump up the jams cause uncle Sam and his merry old band of henchmen Been roaming the homeland asking questions, about past aggressions Don't run just grab your weapons and Load 'em up (Hook)