Square Up

[Intro] Wearesquarians.com Vizzy! Sez Batters, Freddy High, The Awesome Sound L7 [Verse 1: XV] What is this? Squarian City? Freddy pairin' with Vizzy Sez the barbarian Twistin' the tops off, the fizz is lifting Americans staying idol Squarians getting busy On point, who the fuck is they kidding? Richie, no one, they fibbing, leave them with no tongue I took this shit back to '01 They O and one now I'm on one I'm [?] until my souls done Death come I'm still 'gon rep it My heart behind these bars, I'm cardiac arrested Your stomach can't elect it So I brought the burners So these fake niggas can't take the fall for murder Niggas used to beef, now they just drive thru burgers I guess it's great when you make what your IQ earned ya Now they just an observer, sitting back watching em' king us Simba come back and you stop hearing those laughs from hyenas Said we getting the crown, and they never believed us They were shooting it down but as soon as you see us we told you [Hook] Square up Pretty girls you might wanna put your hair up L7's you might wanna put your hands up They circle don't put it down so the squares up Tell 'em square up Niggas square up Square up Tell 'em square up They circle don't put it down so the squares up [Verse 2: Freddy High] From now on nigga, the game is shut down L7's next to blow More square friends over the circles full of fake friends They all fit in, I stand out, because I ain't them My vision pan out I just wanna say I let 'em know L7 coming up, I love to see y'all repping though That model love life but gotta live it every second though Still kill tracks and I never like stretching though We next to blow and always going long enough to let 'em know That niggas still biting my style with no fundamentals Last year I was tryna find words to them instrumentals Sez told me finish breakfast y'all continental And now my team is on top and going monumental Yea, stadium status, now welcome to my venue Insight to my mind to show y'all what I'm into I can't relate to you niggas, that ain't what I'm kin to And other then a bad bitch tell me what I've been through So square up [Hook] [Verse 3: Sez Batters] Bars hot, take'em inhale This is lyrically hell in a cell Boy I'm 'bout my paper, man I'm 'bout my mail Got these showboats floating, thinking that they can sail Leaving cross bones, I cross zones No matter, call me Batters Zoning in my box you won't catch the line that run across homes Hit 'em with combinations don't play it safe But still when they hitting you feel a touch of base This is not The Carter this is Sparta We playing around the world, you playing horse, go grab some water No bullshit, don't need no goggles See I spit by the bottles Open bars to the roof, hangover sure to follow Lyrics pounding like a hash tag Bars over bullshit, they desert them like Baghdad So through verses I'm providing hearses and gas masks Won't let 'em breathe they flow will need some gas fast My circle dense so tell 'em [Hook]