Remington Iron - Squizad lyrics

[Verse 1: Acumental] It's the- It's the Palmer Square based team With the harebrained schemes Getting airplay everyday marinate beef Got the flash and the flare say cheese Barricade the streets I'm a beast in a bear cage biiiitch! So Ac stay bothered and hot With a moniker like rap game Jonathan Scott No property bros flows get properly dropped Got a bottle of Dom popped with a thot and her mom (WOAH!) I'm a ghastly ghost Grandiose raps so I brag and boast And roll gra** to roast Pa** the roach or I'll fracture bones And throw Pacquiao jabs to the abs and throat Staying heavily sedated but we made it to the heavenly gates I'll burn my name into your memory banks like (tsssss) It's ProbCause, Term K, and Acumental The tracks get leveled and the hacks get heckled [Verse 2: ProbCause] Feel the momentum and I'm on ten from the rhythm Hit 'em again and again but I saw the whole scene is missing I'm on a mission a mission Tryin' to switch it up switch it up I've been so inside my head now I need to live it up live it up (Back back back) Back down to Earth 'Cuz everything been done No you isn't the first The universe is bigger than you, mellow the thirst I need to bam bam boogie and jump out of the hearse (come on) Dead man walking, bump that sh** on a walkman Press it up on a wax Turn it up over the talking Silence a non believer Bump that sh** on a speaker This ain't even an album here it's just a little teaser I live a life of leisure but work harder than most of them So much on the burner ain't burnt out I'm toastin' friends I'm coastin' man refocusin' We don't ever miss a shot and you like 0 for 10 Y'all on some bullsh** but we homegrown Muffhuggers better get gone That Stankface squad too strong What the f** is you on? Don't care about your new song, yo Ac pa** that blue bong Burn one then take off and post on that moon (huh?) [Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge] I pray to politicians I'm a product of the system Finna take the opposition to a logical opinion There's a great amount of fiction in the weight of my convictions And the state of my condition is (Lifted with a spliff lit) Scripting Amodeus compositions with a bic pen Ridden on the train of thought to get where we been Not in prison yet he locked in a cage Gone insane paid a visit by the visions Wandered off in a maze (Muuuurrrrdeeeerrrr!) Squashing the beef at the delicatessen Hopping between interstellar dimensions Hop back into the basement I guess that my imagination is a helluva weapon My word is my bond my bond is my word How absurd, you polished turds just follow the herd And baa like black sheep Nod to a trap beat Not exactly the Cosbys, keep it all in the family though Spot me in the CH to the ICA GO Holla "There he go!" when you find me Remington Iron on the beat drizop Never get tired of the Beach Squizad Or Prizob Cause And if you all on my balls then hizop off