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Square Rap ('92 Remix)

from Globe​-​Trotters & Pill​-​Poppers by Absense

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Fuck rap you in circles, I would rap you in squares
Then I’ll billing your Visa charging you outrages fares.
The stares I get on the mic, are sort of like terror but not unlike
glares you would get from feminists for yelling out dyke.
,dislike Confusion, hate, horror, slow healings.
I bring the heat, ya leaving with uncomfortable feelings.
ceilings caving in, the walls close in sickly behind you.
front is ya forgotten fear. Let me quickly remind you.
Of why most shudder when I step in the house
And in my presence, ya stutter so don’t open your mouth.
Your heart begins to flutter rapidly when I stare you down.
How many times I got to say it bitch don’t make a sound.
Keep quiet and you’ll only get smacked to the ground
You think I’m kidding, check my rep, bitch I’m well renowned.
For sonning MC’s claiming they hard and these clowns
That tough talk about they gangs and how they spit rounds
But when the shit talk get heated they quick to skip town
The floods of rhyme I spit they swallow and drown
slapped every skirt that was claiming the crown
ya not with me your against me don’t follow me down


Battle me, please, I would never waste my time
It’d be the last instance you ever faced my rhyme
My flows race, your skills are slow paced that’s fine.
But make haste before you get laced with mine.
Follow me as I take a hard look at ya strife
You’re a failure in every aspect of ya life
You sold out, big dreams of being the best
Blinded by the light, but missed seeing the test
I learned there’s no use of fleeing success
I cause you tension, my lyrics aren’t freeing the stressed.
They bump my first track, and they’re kneeling distressed.
They bump the last one, well they’re still feeling depressed
I never said my words wouldn’t leave you obsessed
With cutting flesh, ripping hair or leave you possessed
Nonetheless there’s no doubt they’ll leave you impressed
No matter what you perceive or how much you destest
What I say in my songs I’m an artist suppressed.
I still haven’t released a track fully expressed.
So hate me, curse me, but may I suggest
you begin with my race, I’m white shit that’s already assessed

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from Globe​-​Trotters & Pill​-​Poppers, track released May 1, 2008

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