Greydon Square - 5th lyrics

[Intro] “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4” “What comes after 4?” ...2 [Verse 1] Higher form fighter born firestorm Disguised as p**n, hiding out inside your dorm Buyer be warned as in caveat emptor As other inmates, in the yard ask me what I'm in for Ten four, but only if you copy Most of these co*ky rappers are known to be sloppy ...whole posse, sound old and off beat I stomp the track, 10 toes, all feet ...raw meat for the carnage Described as lost, I draw heat from the darkness Whether high cross or crescent moon sacrilege Dig in the truth sack, they'll send the goons after ya I am Africa, as much as America, Europe, and I can back it up Using nothing but a sundial, and an abacus Half of this, is studied in the cla**ic sense The other half, is quantum scale accurate Now we study 'til we master it Collecting a**ets cause we're pa**ionate I hope you notice that they've sold you a lie Which is exactly what will happen when you open your mind GU! We've ama**ed a collective Of trans-intellectual genius for your inspection ....yea the dream is on That's why I spit it Frederick Dougla** mixed with Robert G. Ingersoll The free-est fall, you couldn't match velocity I keep it going even if the DJ drops the beat co*k the heat, and aim it at these wack rappers ...force their defeat then chain 'em to these backpackers ...I'm Mr. Strickland, you're a bad slacker If you're a villain, I'm Batman in my vast cavern ...I'ma spit 'til I can't I just hope my family and friends understand This the plan Climb the scientific tree of knowledge, pick a branch Or you'll miss your chance ...my music leaves you in a sensor trance Compare you to me, would be like B-boyin' to Riverdance Get your man [Interlude] Who are the best five rappers of all time? Think about it Papi, Papi, Papi, Papi, and Papi Because I spit hot fire! [Verse 2] What's it like? What? Life It's s**s if you just chase bucks And chuck dice for brittle stuff Sickle tucked, and it'll cut, and riddle guts Indo in dutch, 2 puffs and pa** it if you lit it up Yea we smokin' Why the f** you think we still here? My whole crew is real weird A bold new peer tier Here, here, a spliff for Mister X ...I've kicked it with the best, and slept while missiles hit the deck They never gave an inch of respect So I took it and was housed where the signal was kept Still I caught you lookin' Gross overtly, still nerdy within I'll pick my teeth with a dirty syringe Then kick my flow superbly ...who want it f** a round, you diss, I'm giving you two hundred Up and down, really bizarre These silly apes let them churches Tell 'em who their enemies are While we wonder how ...People get blowed off my second hand A master in the dojo, the very type to check your stance Brand the logo. Now the people call me “4 Side” On the beat I'm spittin' cheat codes just for more lives