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Intro [Quadrilateral]

The Palmer Squares

Finna

01.10.2013

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(Intro) Grimey Greg: Hey, How ya'll doing it's Grimy Greg I is your host for this evening We about to get down with my homies They is personal, people that I know I known them since way back, his name was Term K The other dude, his name was Acumental They signed my yearbook! Anyway, we finna get into this The Palmer Squares, they gonna do some of that rappin' They gon' do some of that slappin' And ya'll are gonna do some of that toe tappin' Know what I'm saying? So put it together for the Palmer Squares! (Hook) [Acumental] Four sides, four corners Foresight, foreshadow Forewarning, forebode I get, buck, four quarters, uh Quadrilateral Quadrilateral Let's ride, four doors Ford Taurus, all night Sword fight, warlords Court-side, fourth quarter, uh Quadrilateral Quadrilateral (Verse 1) [Acumental] I embark upon the market, feelin larger than a Parthenon A star spitting hard hitting jargon in parseltounge Spar 'till my arms are numb My army is the gnarliest, bar-none Cathartic with the sharpie, you shark chum [Terminal Knowledge] Charred lungs, cigar puff ounces of purple grass Drop the pomp and circumstance, and you're bound to squirt your pants About to swerve and crash Granting Terminal Knowledge, drop it like the gods hit planet earth with a comet [Acumental] Spit half a verse then I vomit, yo Cover me Hot as yo oven be Not your folks' cup of tea The flows' utterly, buttery Come and see dog You throw underhand, I'm in a whole other league [Terminal Knowledge] Quit the skulduggery, the crap and the malarkey Getting old, wondering what happened to the party Roll good blunts cause I get a lot of practice Pull stunts, Term smack bitches on they asses [Acumental] Turn your fanny red Murder rappers dead Burn the calumet Burp the alphabet Sherpa jacket, fresh kicks with the khaki threads Purple cali-bred piff and a pack of cigs [Terminal Knowledge] You bet I'm stacking chips Just shooting the moon, a student of Doom With that hole in the sock sole They know that it isn't right Stay colder than Mr. White Snip digits, then let's go get a taco Uh (Hook) It's Quadilateral [Sample] It's cold out here What? It's cold out here
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