Post by Square on Jan 2, 2009 15:29:55 GMT -5
So, you think you're unsquareable?
Word life, this is basic Squareanomics, this is ba-basic Squareanomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic Squarea-Squarea-Squareanomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Whether fighting or writing, my discipline is unforgiven
Got you legging it into a defensive position
An ass-kickin anthem
Heavyweight or bantam, holding crappers for ransom
A four sided phantom
Pirates hit the floor, like a smoken joint
Like the point of my posts oldie your missing the point
We dominate off topic with offense
That's no nonsense, hip to be square hits
Get your moderators
We strike quick with hard insults, duckling bannings
Your stupidity makes you fight this, own you senselessly
Never forget this, you'll wanna forget ala Alzheimer's
Two-faced Strykers walk away with four shiners
The war rhymer, turning Godz to old timers
My insides is like a shreader ripping through your one-liners
New SquareMan Inc, and we about to make you famous
Taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus
Word life, this is basic Squareanomics, this is ba-basic Squareanomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic Squarea-Squarea-Squareanomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
You ain't advanced enough to process potential for Northen concepts
The objects are foreign, like bagguets, sake and twinkies
Are complex regardless of your location or fitness
Its a condition of the mind
Your stupidity keeps you attracted to pretty little images
I'm underneath to undermind your whole sterotypiccal imiage
With the precision of right angles, and the collision of words
Blogs, posts and mics, we untouchable like bridges
Girls with no prevaceses, streets unite
We rock brighter with dumber beats
Yo morons couldn't come this hot if they burst off in the summer heat
But get two posts, kill your dreams the first time
Your friendly state worthy of my filler or sly rhymes
I'm better than mods, check the funniest crapper award
Leave you beside yourself in fear, I'll kill you and bury you twice
Despite the cover of night, tracking your flight
Like Guerilla Warfare, where the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Said that, when the lights or mic is on
The thread is dead, like it in the mission when i'm the last post
Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Styker made me do it, i'm sorry
Word life, this is basic Squareanomics, this is ba-basic Squareanomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic Squarea-Squarea-Squareanomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Whether fighting or writing, my discipline is unforgiven
Got you legging it into a defensive position
An ass-kickin anthem
Heavyweight or bantam, holding crappers for ransom
A four sided phantom
Pirates hit the floor, like a smoken joint
Like the point of my posts oldie your missing the point
We dominate off topic with offense
That's no nonsense, hip to be square hits
Get your moderators
We strike quick with hard insults, duckling bannings
Your stupidity makes you fight this, own you senselessly
Never forget this, you'll wanna forget ala Alzheimer's
Two-faced Strykers walk away with four shiners
The war rhymer, turning Godz to old timers
My insides is like a shreader ripping through your one-liners
New SquareMan Inc, and we about to make you famous
Taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus
Word life, this is basic Squareanomics, this is ba-basic Squareanomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic Squarea-Squarea-Squareanomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
You ain't advanced enough to process potential for Northen concepts
The objects are foreign, like bagguets, sake and twinkies
Are complex regardless of your location or fitness
Its a condition of the mind
Your stupidity keeps you attracted to pretty little images
I'm underneath to undermind your whole sterotypiccal imiage
With the precision of right angles, and the collision of words
Blogs, posts and mics, we untouchable like bridges
Girls with no prevaceses, streets unite
We rock brighter with dumber beats
Yo morons couldn't come this hot if they burst off in the summer heat
But get two posts, kill your dreams the first time
Your friendly state worthy of my filler or sly rhymes
I'm better than mods, check the funniest crapper award
Leave you beside yourself in fear, I'll kill you and bury you twice
Despite the cover of night, tracking your flight
Like Guerilla Warfare, where the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Said that, when the lights or mic is on
The thread is dead, like it in the mission when i'm the last post
Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics,
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Styker made me do it, i'm sorry