Square One

Square One - Can't Mess lyrics

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Rasul Allah master supreme, catastrophy's theme

Traded my laughter for dreams, last to be seen

On magazines the footage on your TV-screen

I rather get paid and spit sixteen

Even with a telescope ya couldn't see me split this cream

Hit this scheme, watch me tongue-kiss this dream

No mean that's word on my cousine Shireen

Ain't move of ya'l can touch or fuck with this team!

Hey yo welcome to the SQUARE MC's better beware

Grab a microphone, run for cover & stand clear

Fuck an introduction got no time for fanfare

To get to me, you've got to go through my man here

Lyrics like sharp spears cut the listener's ears

Leavin' you dumb with no eardrum beggin' to hear

Man of the year 'GIANNI' your label should've signed me

Untill then I keep building living devinely!



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Can't mess with the gods, Baby

To all you pretty MC's

Can't get with these (twice)

The fact is you can't sack these black quaterbacks

We're strapped like some cats with love for Arafat

New Jacks need to practice they plan to attack

We influence the masses it shows in their acts

Exposing they're wack, take their cloth off their back

While I'm posing for ad's Iman's composing the tracks

Like that and Eddi's throwing on the wax

So many hos at shows front-rows be packed

And perhaps curiosity kills that cat

Mad rappers get jacked plus x-ed on their backs

Infinite stacks, cut like pieces of crack

Beats that you lack all you MC's get smacked

We use turntables while you spit off dat

It's like Mugsy Bogues, against Big Shaq

See it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm busting my caps

And if you don't know where to put it just fill in the gaps



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Watch me run with your queen through the garden of eden

Teach her the Science of how to father my semen

Party with demons, liquor and a jar full of reefer 

Show off my heater before putting size between her

Lie I need her might even buy her sneaker's

Untill the trick starts to flip and jeoperdize my freedom

That's when I passed her number to Johnny McEnroe 'cause he sure knows how to mack a ho

If life's a bitch then I'm goin' to fuck it 'till I die

Have her laying on her stomach while she's reaching for the sky

Hitting it so hard leaving marks on her thighs I do my work in the dark before the sunrise

Look in my eyes, do I look like a nigger that lies?

On some shit that most brothers can only fantasize

Singing on your dingaling it happens worldwide

Disrespect yourself and damage your girl's pride



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Language: English

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