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Ruck: Oooh, astonishing Rock: Ha, what do we have here? The Representativz: Yeah Ruck: Caught up in the box Rock: Caught up in the center of The Square The Representativz: We equal emcee squared Rock: Every corner locked down. Four corners, take position, four soldiers. Everywhere you turn, there’s one, boy. Everywhere you turn, there’s another one, boy
We be triple R rated, but we form a Square (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Ruck and Rock, Representativz, your worst nightmare (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Slugs in a nigga mug when he show us no love (We equal emcee squared, yeah)
Check Sounds surround to pound emcees (Emcees) Testing we, get schooled in three—as in the Triple R (Triple R), my troops get biz by far Supreme steams through you team and leaves scars, we Formed The Square, now there’s nowhere to turn to Burn through crews with troops that’s Nocturnal Write in my journal, my first mission Shitting on these faggot emcees, this industry’s in submission
Yo, who’s The Square there? Square with the back-bender I beat blood out of your number one contender The Representativz are sent to give drama while I sneak up Behind ya, then put space in your back like a comma Time to do battle, escape how? Trapped in four corners Plus the walls are closing in on ya Like that Karate instructor from that Bart Simpson commercial I’ll hurt you by dropping bombs, God’s universal
Niggas be acting sweet like ladies, and if they try and play me Lidu Rock will come through and wet your block like the navy Display mine, on point, God, The Square keeper Label me as the nigga who smoked the Grim Reaper Undercover like a Campian wearing sneakers Great ya with a boot to your face, then see ya Off out on the range—beware of my terrain Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who’s to blame?
Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation Rock, Lidu Rock, and Supreme the team you be facing My mind’s placed in between a rock and a hard place But the God’s safe, Rock’s my man, the hard place, and y’all gay We Triple R, cripple y’all, get your crutches Sparsky & Dutch is rocking mad domes, causing ruckus Who give a fuck if you’re nice? You’ll get mangled and mashed Like dope fiends dying off of Tango and Cash
We be triple R rated, but we form a Square (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Ruck and Rock, Representativz, your worst nightmare (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Slugs in a nigga mug when he show us no love (We equal emcee squared, yeah)
We be triple R rated, but we form a Square Transform like Decepts into a cubic shape and dare Anyone to test this, I done rolled with the best fish That swam with the sharks against crews that made me restless I’ll bet this here energy’ll blow the vicinity And blast motherfuckers who approach me like they’re enemies I’m simply holding my angle down, jack So if your self-defense is war, then I suggest you attack
Ayo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me Empty shells, now you’re laying where players and pimps be On microphones with hyper tones That’s when I swipe your bones with sniping chrome See, I’m R rated, Pa hated when I made it In your rap game ‘cause your pain’s been invaded I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes Niggas get wet from flows their ass couldn’t figure yet
Make, way, for the bum rush, niggas get touched You think you’re tough? Bring in the drama if your crew rough What? Four motherfucks up in your visual Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral My ill subliminal attack petty individuals Tired of clichés—these days, who come original? Like criminals, and you get bust and such Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust
Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before “You asked for it. Who want beef? Well, here’s war”, we Two emcees squared, equal four Rated Triple R, leave you pretty-boy players scarred, duct in cars When will you piranhas learn? Biting my clique’s shit, like Larry, you Fishburne Here in The Square, where you running, G? You’d rather wanna be Caught in a lion’s den with pork-chop drawers than front on me
We be triple R rated, but we form a Square (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Ruck and Rock, Representativz, your worst nightmare (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Slugs in a nigga mug when he show us no love (We equal emcee squared, yeah) We be triple R rated, but we form a Square (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Ruck and Rock, Representativz, your worst nightmare (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved (We equal emcee squared, yeah) Slugs in a nigga mug when he show us no love (We equal emcee squared, yeah)
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