John Hendrixs - L7 Shapes & Differences lyrics

(Verse 1: John Hendrixs) L7 all my n***as squaring up All your blocks resemble us Put you in a box without a gun Box without the gloves Dodging Shots Diagonally In RT the RT blocks the DB in case ATF "Kicks and Run" Intercept they play before they corner him Chuck tailors dressed in something tailored Shiny cuffs escaping out restraints that look circular Oval frames, optical Illusions Picture me appearing like an odd shape Pitch me a pen printing quotes like i'm Gandhi "G" Nefertiti in my Hyundai Journey like the Iliad, I'ma qualified intelligence Quantum size omnipotent (Ohm) Whereas you a f**ing rhombus [Square] We ain't equivalent, my fortunate circumstances forced me To circumcise circus acts from "GODS'' Estate Your circumference, encompa**, incompetent Persons pretending they ship whale weight But can't operate them sails/sells right Hell call me anything long as you kneel right I cut circuitry and Dim lights, like I'am everywhere At your table holding yo cake Even when you staring out your window up in Norway Underneath yo Jordan's, i'm the esoteric slang for her Yoni {​BOX}​ Yoda on his lonely Yoga sh**, A fan of Stars Wars X-Men, Deloreans, Jet packs, PE and Rollies Speaking OE while pouring an acronym Of what i'm speaking to The homies "Drink a lil bit" part saint Forty nine percent sinner One percent player, beat the lustful breaks off Khalia I know my Rhetoric sounds ignorant I'm not a banger I'ma physicist I'm not a Slanger I'ma pharmacist I'll periodically bang her after her Semester finish Before autumn commence She popping tablets open like an Archaeologist Chlorophyll or Ambient (Verse 2: John Hendrixs) Got a nine in my pocket, (I'm Lying) Got a nine in my pocket, (I'm Lying) Got a pot to piss in, Gold spoon Tasteful spinach, got a whip Got a kitchen to cook in, (I'm Lying) What is philosophy if your stomach is lacking? The terminology mathematically Created drafted the pre-calculated Traphouse you slang out For the cheese n***as rat Rats living in the trap, ratchets Can't help a n***a build White girl as the hoe, black girl as the plough They both working in the field f**ing the pharmacist with easy access To any crop of pills, n***as got hammers; but can't build n***as got handles; but can't shoot n***as rock dunks; but can't Jump Unless they can't fight White in his white socks Got hits, but can't swing Got hats, she let me hit Grab a bat if its six on one Can't run unless the cops come If you got the city in Your grip, then jog, that's real (Talking) What you forgot to look at, you a SOCIAL EXPERIMENT! Yeah, you a SOCIAL EXPERIMENT! and this ain't gangsta This "SQUARE" Checker boards, trestle boards, chess schemes Pawns, Rooks, bishops, knights, X-box, Queens, Artificial happiness, false satisfaction