The Square triple R Lyrics by Heltah Skeltah

The Square triple R Lyrics

    [ruck whispering]
    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*

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