Square Up Lyrics - Xv

[Intro] 

Vizzy! 

Sez Batters, Freddy High, The Awesome Sound 

L7 

[Verse 1: XV] 

What is this? Squarian City? 

Freddy pairin' with Vizzy 

Sez the barbarian 

Twistin' the tops off, the fizz is lifting 

Americans staying idol 

Squarians getting busy 

On point, who the fuck is they kidding 

Richie, no one, they fibbing, leave them with no tongue 

I took this shit back to '01 

They owing one now I'm on one 

I'm ??? until my souls done 

Death come I'm still 'gon rep it 

My heart behind these bars, I'm cardiac arrested 

Your stomach can't elect it 

So I brought the burners 

So these fake niggas can't take the fall for murder 

Niggas used to beef, now they just drive thru burgers 

I guess it's great when you make what your IQ earned ya 

Now they just an observer, sitting back watching em' king us 

Simba come back and you stop hearing those laughs from hyenas 

Said we getting the crown, and they never believed us 

They were shooting it down but as soon as you see us we told you 

[Hook] 

Square up 

Pretty girls you might wanna put your hair up 

L7's you might wanna put your hands up 

They circle don't put it down so the squares up 

Tell 'em square up 

Niggas square up 

Square up 

Tell 'em square up 

They circle don't put it down so the squares up 

[Verse 2: Freddy High] 

From now on nigga, the game is shut down 

L7's next to blow 

More square friends over the circles full of fake friends 

They all fit in, I stand out, because I ain't them 

My vision pan out 

I just wanna say I let 'em know 

L7 coming up, I love to see y'all repping though 

That model love life but gotta live it every second though 

Still kill tracks and I never like stretching though 

We next to blow and always going long enough to let 'em know 

That niggas still biting my style with no fundamentals 

Last year I was tryna find words to them instrumentals 

Sez told me finish breakfast y'all continental 

And now my team is on top and going monumental 

Yea, stadium status, now welcome to my venue 

Insight to my mind to show y'all what I'm into 

I can't relate to you niggas, that ain't what I'm kin to 

And other then a bad bitch tell me what I've been through 

So square up 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Sez Batters] 

Bars hot, take'em inhale 

This is lyrically hell in a cell 

Boy I'm 'bout my paper, man I'm 'bout my mail 

Got these showboats floating, thinking that they can sail 

Leaving cross bones, I cross zones 

No matter, call me Batters 

Zoning in my box you won't catch the line that run across homes 

Hit 'em with combinations don't play it safe 

But still when they hitting you feel a touch of base 

This is not The Carter this is Sparta 

We playing around the world, you playing horse, go grab some water 

No bullshit, don't need no goggles 

See I spit by the bottles 

Open bars to the roof, hangover sure to follow 

Lyrics pounding like a hash tag 

Bars over bullshit, they desert them like Baghdad 

So through verses I'm providing hearses and gas masks 

Won't let 'em breathe they flow will need some gas fast 

My circle dense so tell 'em 

[Hook]