The Square (Triple R) Lyrics
| Song | The Square (Triple R) |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bush, Johnson, Muniz, Price | |
| Oooh... astonishing! | |
| [rock, (repz)] | |
| Uh-ha! what do we have here? | |
| Caught up in the center | |
| (we equal emcee squared) | |
| The square, every corner locked down | |
| Four corners, take position, four soldiers | |
| Every where ya turn there's one, boy | |
| [chorus: rock, (repz)] | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| (we equal emcce squared) | |
| Ruck and rock, representativz, ya worst nightmare | |
| (we equal emcee squared) | |
| Yo, when push came to shove, then i pushed and shoved | |
| (we equal emcee squared) | |
| Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love | |
| (we equal emcee squared) | |
| [supreme] | |
| Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's | |
| Testin we, gets grooved in three | |
| As in the triple r, my troups get biz by far | |
| Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars | |
| We formed the square, now there's nowhere to turn to | |
| Burn through crews wit troups that's nocturnal | |
| Writin my journal, my first mission | |
| Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission | |
| [rock] | |
| Yo, who's the square there squared wit the back bender? | |
| I beat blood out of ya number one contender | |
| The representativz are, sent to ya drama | |
| While i sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma | |
| Time to battle, escape? how? trapped in four corners | |
| Plus the walls or closin in on ya | |
| Like that karate instructor in that bart simpson commercial | |
| I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, god's universal | |
| [lidu rock] | |
| Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me | |
| Lidu rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy | |
| Display mine, on point, god, the square keep | |
| Label me as the nigga that smoked the grym reaper | |
| Undercover like a campian wearin sneakers | |
| Great ya wit a boot to ya 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? | |
| [ruck] | |
| Man the battle station, as i plan to rattle a nation | |
| Rock, lidu rock and supreme, the team you be facin | |
| My mind's place in, between a rock and a hard place | |
| But the god's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay | |
| We triple r, cripple y'all, get ya crutches | |
| Sparsky and dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus | |
| Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed | |
| Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash | |
| [chorus] | |
| [lidu rock] | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| Tranform like decept's into a cubic shape and dare | |
| Anyone to test this, i done roll wit the best fish | |
| That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless | |
| I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity | |
| And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy | |
| I'm simply holdin my angle down, jack | |
| So if ya self-defence is war, then i suggest you attack | |
| [ruck] | |
| Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me | |
| Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be | |
| On microphones wit hyper tones | |
| That's when i swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes | |
| See, i'm r rated, pa' hated when i made it | |
| In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded | |
| I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes | |
| Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet | |
| [supreme] | |
| Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched | |
| Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough | |
| What? for motha fucks up in ya visual | |
| Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral | |
| My ill subliminal attack pety individuals | |
| Tired of cliches, these days who come original? | |
| Like criminals, and you get bust and such | |
| Test my triple r rated and get crushed to dust | |
| [rock] | |
| Yo, we blew through the door, i said it before | |
| You asked for it, who want beef? while here's war! | |
| We two emcee's squared, equal four rated triple r | |
| Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars | |
| When will you pirahnas learn? | |
| Bitin my shit, larry, you fish burn | |
| Here in the square, where you runnin, g? | |
| You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me | |
| [chorus x2] | |
| [rock] | |
| Make way... | |
| *various indistinct talk* |
| zuo qu : Bush, Johnson, Muniz, Price | |
| Oooh... astonishing! | |
| rock, repz | |
| Uhha! what do we have here? | |
| Caught up in the center | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| The square, every corner locked down | |
| Four corners, take position, four soldiers | |
| Every where ya turn there' s one, boy | |
| chorus: rock, repz | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| we equal emcce squared | |
| Ruck and rock, representativz, ya worst nightmare | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| Yo, when push came to shove, then i pushed and shoved | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| Slugs in that nigga' s mouth, when he show us no love | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| supreme | |
| Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee' s | |
| Testin we, gets grooved in three | |
| As in the triple r, my troups get biz by far | |
| Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars | |
| We formed the square, now there' s nowhere to turn to | |
| Burn through crews wit troups that' s nocturnal | |
| Writin my journal, my first mission | |
| Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry' s in submission | |
| rock | |
| Yo, who' s the square there squared wit the back bender? | |
| I beat blood out of ya number one contender | |
| The representativz are, sent to ya drama | |
| While i sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma | |
| Time to battle, escape? how? trapped in four corners | |
| Plus the walls or closin in on ya | |
| Like that karate instructor in that bart simpson commercial | |
| I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, god' s universal | |
| lidu rock | |
| Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me | |
| Lidu rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy | |
| Display mine, on point, god, the square keep | |
| Label me as the nigga that smoked the grym reaper | |
| Undercover like a campian wearin sneakers | |
| Great ya wit a boot to ya 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? | |
| ruck | |
| Man the battle station, as i plan to rattle a nation | |
| Rock, lidu rock and supreme, the team you be facin | |
| My mind' s place in, between a rock and a hard place | |
| But the god' s safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y' all gay | |
| We triple r, cripple y' all, get ya crutches | |
| Sparsky and dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus | |
| Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed | |
| Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash | |
| chorus | |
| lidu rock | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| Tranform like decept' s into a cubic shape and dare | |
| Anyone to test this, i done roll wit the best fish | |
| That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless | |
| I bet this, here energy, you' ll blow the vencinity | |
| And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy | |
| I' m simply holdin my angle down, jack | |
| So if ya selfdefence is war, then i suggest you attack | |
| ruck | |
| Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me | |
| Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be | |
| On microphones wit hyper tones | |
| That' s when i swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes | |
| See, i' m r rated, pa' hated when i made it | |
| In ya rap game, cuz ya plane' s been invaded | |
| I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes | |
| Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn' t figure yet | |
| supreme | |
| Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched | |
| Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew' s rough | |
| What? for motha fucks up in ya visual | |
| Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral | |
| My ill subliminal attack pety individuals | |
| Tired of cliches, these days who come original? | |
| Like criminals, and you get bust and such | |
| Test my triple r rated and get crushed to dust | |
| rock | |
| Yo, we blew through the door, i said it before | |
| You asked for it, who want beef? while here' s war! | |
| We two emcee' s squared, equal four rated triple r | |
| Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars | |
| When will you pirahnas learn? | |
| Bitin my shit, larry, you fish burn | |
| Here in the square, where you runnin, g? | |
| You rather be trapped in a lion' s den wit pork chop draws, then front on me | |
| chorus x2 | |
| rock | |
| Make way... | |
| various indistinct talk |
| zuò qǔ : Bush, Johnson, Muniz, Price | |
| Oooh... astonishing! | |
| rock, repz | |
| Uhha! what do we have here? | |
| Caught up in the center | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| The square, every corner locked down | |
| Four corners, take position, four soldiers | |
| Every where ya turn there' s one, boy | |
| chorus: rock, repz | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| we equal emcce squared | |
| Ruck and rock, representativz, ya worst nightmare | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| Yo, when push came to shove, then i pushed and shoved | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| Slugs in that nigga' s mouth, when he show us no love | |
| we equal emcee squared | |
| supreme | |
| Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee' s | |
| Testin we, gets grooved in three | |
| As in the triple r, my troups get biz by far | |
| Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars | |
| We formed the square, now there' s nowhere to turn to | |
| Burn through crews wit troups that' s nocturnal | |
| Writin my journal, my first mission | |
| Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry' s in submission | |
| rock | |
| Yo, who' s the square there squared wit the back bender? | |
| I beat blood out of ya number one contender | |
| The representativz are, sent to ya drama | |
| While i sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma | |
| Time to battle, escape? how? trapped in four corners | |
| Plus the walls or closin in on ya | |
| Like that karate instructor in that bart simpson commercial | |
| I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, god' s universal | |
| lidu rock | |
| Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me | |
| Lidu rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy | |
| Display mine, on point, god, the square keep | |
| Label me as the nigga that smoked the grym reaper | |
| Undercover like a campian wearin sneakers | |
| Great ya wit a boot to ya 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? | |
| ruck | |
| Man the battle station, as i plan to rattle a nation | |
| Rock, lidu rock and supreme, the team you be facin | |
| My mind' s place in, between a rock and a hard place | |
| But the god' s safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y' all gay | |
| We triple r, cripple y' all, get ya crutches | |
| Sparsky and dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus | |
| Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed | |
| Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash | |
| chorus | |
| lidu rock | |
| We be triple r rated, but we form a square | |
| Tranform like decept' s into a cubic shape and dare | |
| Anyone to test this, i done roll wit the best fish | |
| That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless | |
| I bet this, here energy, you' ll blow the vencinity | |
| And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy | |
| I' m simply holdin my angle down, jack | |
| So if ya selfdefence is war, then i suggest you attack | |
| ruck | |
| Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me | |
| Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be | |
| On microphones wit hyper tones | |
| That' s when i swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes | |
| See, i' m r rated, pa' hated when i made it | |
| In ya rap game, cuz ya plane' s been invaded | |
| I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes | |
| Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn' t figure yet | |
| supreme | |
| Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched | |
| Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew' s rough | |
| What? for motha fucks up in ya visual | |
| Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral | |
| My ill subliminal attack pety individuals | |
| Tired of cliches, these days who come original? | |
| Like criminals, and you get bust and such | |
| Test my triple r rated and get crushed to dust | |
| rock | |
| Yo, we blew through the door, i said it before | |
| You asked for it, who want beef? while here' s war! | |
| We two emcee' s squared, equal four rated triple r | |
| Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars | |
| When will you pirahnas learn? | |
| Bitin my shit, larry, you fish burn | |
| Here in the square, where you runnin, g? | |
| You rather be trapped in a lion' s den wit pork chop draws, then front on me | |
| chorus x2 | |
| rock | |
| Make way... | |
| various indistinct talk |
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