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the palmer squares - philly blunt cypher 4 lyrics

[verse 1: ac-mental]
back once again with a verse for the blunt cyph
two emcees, one love, one life
clever spittin’ flames
and that’s never gonna change
in the game ’til they diggin’ up our skeletal remains
i’m awfully charming
you’re softer than charmin
turn off the alarm and
take a walk through the garden
the minds of term and i were designed to merge together
we direct the energy, no need to buy a surge protector
call me forrest, i got wit by the acre
a walking thesaurus man i spit what ya favor
ac stay lit like the saber that cut luke
always down to chug a 5th of jager and bust loose
we take it from fishbowl to the shed aquarium
the best stepping out like fred astaire ‘n them
these ordinary dogs ain’t never seen the veterinarian
so if you got bones to pick, you’d better bury ’em

[verse 2: terminal knowledge]
they’ve gone and turned the promise land into a shopping mall
what happens when they drop the ball and the profits fall?
from graffiti on chicago walls to the patterns at the taj mahal
we got it all, what’s taken is took
the brains and the looks
we stay in them books
creatin’ a hook then writin’ a verse
i’ll leave a legacy of heavily hittin’ cleverly written raps
when i take my ride in a he-rs-
but rewind and reverse, i’m still in my youth
no matter how pearly the gates
it’s a world full of hate, and i’ll fill it with truth
honestly modesty’s gotta be the key to prophecy camaraderie
a prodigy stompin’ emcees when he climbs on the track
i got some lucky b-lls like the lottery
it’s not the mind that you got it’s the spine that you lack
on some insane sh-t, acid rain sh-t, some cats remain stiff
when its time to react
i could jump a car with no cables
use my mind to turn tables and the vinyl we scratch
i be a star like them binary cats
press stop if your chest drops or simply if you findin’ us wack

[outro]
me and seth are blowing up like the death star
rugrats be diggin’ my sh-t, call me reptar
rep the palmer squares, better respect all that we do
spittin’ that raw sh-t for you!
where’s the beef? where’s the beef?

- the palmer squares lyrics

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