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john hendrixs – l7 shapes & differences lyrics

(verse 1: john hendrixs)
l7 all my n-ggas 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” nefert-ti in my hyundai
journey like the iliad, i’ma qualified intelligence
quantum size omnipotent (ohm)
whereas you a f-cking rhombus [square]
we ain’t equivalent, my fortunate circ-mstances forced me
to circ-mcise circus acts from “gods” estate
your circ-mference, encomp-ss, incompetent
persons pretending they ship whale weight
but can’t operate them sails/sells right
h-ll 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-t, 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 l-stful 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 p-ss 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 and drafted the pre-calculated
trap-house you slang out
for the cheese n-ggas rat
rats living in the trap, ratchets
can’t help a n-gga build
white girl as the hoe, black girl as the plough
they both working in the field
f-cking the pharmacist with easy access
to any crop of pills, n-ggas got hammers; but can’t build
n-ggas got handles; but can’t shoot
n-ggas 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
p-wns, rooks, bishops, knights, x-box, queens, artificial happiness, false satisfaction

- john hendrixs lyrics

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