[Intro]
PSquares, uh
Rebel Legato, look

[Hook: Rebel Legato]
Take your backpacks off
Make way for abstract thought
Nah, scratch that
Stay stupid, never gon' break through it
Blaze two spliffs, I'm ready to make music
Take your backpacks off
Make way for abstract thought
Nah, scratch that
Stay stupid, never gon' break through it
Blaze two spliffs, I'm ready to make music

[Verse 1: Acumental]
We stay reppin' the definitive force of brilliant dorks
Equipped with witty retorts and hideous thoughts
I'm a villain of sorts, storm in the criminal courts
With legal papers and a signature forged
Write a verse, then I split it in fours
Acumental never gonna slip, upper-lip stiff as a corpse
I'm on some other shit, different than yours
I puff piff on the porch
Crash boards, run, dribble and score
We been increasing our velocities
Yeah, I'm Socrates
My credo sure to make you tinkle in your boxer briefs
Future honorees to the hall of fame
Learn the Palmer name to reaffirm it isn't all the same
Watch and listen - Eat it up, raw botulism
Term and Ac personify the opposite of optimism
Topplin' the competition more with every minute
Floor it in a Honda Civic getting head...on collision
Boom bap, moola stack like a super pac
Ac free the goofy rap trapped in his doodle pad
The sang-froid southpaw run his mouth off
Shout and the crowd gon' howl like a hound dog
Bounce, a lot of cats lack the know-how
Cash the bowl out, call Ac Pat in Roadhouse
I'm grown now, fast to throw down so get off him
I'll pound you for talking without any caution
You clowns are exhausting, Downey to Boston
My outfit will put you underground in a coffin
So dig it like ditches, vilify snitches
Committing high crimes, then I kill the eye-witness
And flee with the murder weapon, the verbal urban legend
Wielding an ax, taking swings 'til you learn your lesson
Ac and Term are getting constant props
Nonchalantly, you're not gonna top this notch
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge]
A company product, run the country like a business
Stomp your guts out, got your blood up on my kicks, bitch
I'm out to breech the nucleus, with possibly
The stupidest posse since the operatives at Ruby Ridge
And what we're shootin' won't be shown in theaters
Coming soon only if the coast is clear
Now wait and have some patience, the moment is growing nearer
Finna take a dose and go make some wacky faces in a broken mirror
Look, if looks can deceive I'm rooted deep
And pussyfooting through secret pathways and tunnels
Bushels and trees, the ashtrays a jungle
Cats can't wait to stack papes and bundles
It's funny cause we broke, and all we talk is spinach
Money just a joke, and most of y'all don't get it
A no-brainer, sort of a dope slanger
Furthermore, my word is aborted with coat hangers
Hid behind the curtain, sniffin' Tide detergent
The type person, you think you been living with Tyler Durden
Swimming through piss and shit, plenty of different physicians
Written a list of prescriptions to fix his conniption fits
Been struck with lightning, eyelids flutter like
Butterfly wings, I'm up until the sun is shining
Impaired sight from the parasites biting me
Likely to eat a hole through my motherfuckin' stomach lining
I think I got your undivided attention
I'm hittin' ganja as I ride with my henchmen
Forgive me father, I've been robbed of a pension
Not to mention I'm flipping product at the comic convention
I'm an ordinary dog, you oughta tether me
Measure me top pedigree, never be not ready to pop
Stop, hit the wrong chord
You better knock it off
Getting on-board for the rocket launch
Plotting all these harebrained schemes, give me airplay
Students of the new school have not been taught what fair game means
Apparently y'all have crossed the bear
Everybody and their momma rockin' with The Palmer Squares
So this is their day
[Hook]