[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Knowledge over swag, dropping balderdash until my pocket's full of cash
Ashes to ashes, there's a couple things we have to establish
Getting down to brass tax with hash discs and tablets of acid
Now I can either dive inside and surf the rising tide
Or I can part the waters underneath divided skies
A private eye, thirsty for some cyanide
Slack-jawed, slander speech, cat calls I'm dirty with the diatribe
Rap stars sample beats, I read the scandal sheet
Got body parts in glass jars on the mantlepiece
They listen now and they'll quote me a moment later
Opie Taylor blowing vapor in the open air
Herb grower, turn a zone to paper
I'll turn your home into a smoking crater church goers know me as the holy savior
No debate I'm being slept on, wake the fuck up stay headstrong
I hate because there ain't enough love
Allow me to propose a toast
The photo flower, our thing till it's overexposed (Call it Cosa Nostra!)
I'm an allergy, I'll plug your nose and close your throat up
Smoking a stoge singing "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
I'll meet you on the frontier, couldn't beat me by a cunt hair
Prince made smart cool well Term's keeping dumb square
Pump air through my lungs, and what I spit out is dragon's breath
Damage the establishment, panthers in a rabbit's den
Maggots on a patch of flesh
Y'all in deep trouble speech bubbles from beneath the rubble make your knees buckle
Seriously guys stop frontin'
Words to put tears in your eyes, I'm spitting chopped onions
The ladies chase me like I chase the paper
Benny Hill stops runnin', shotgunnin' till his face looks like Emmett Till
So pen your will cause I kill shit, the villainous type
Y'all mistook a militant mind for brilliance
[Verse 2: Acumental]
Yo we're so dope it's wack
Oxymoronical laugh when it's not even comical
My squad is phenomonal we hopping out of a chopper while shouting Geronimo
Got me a bottle of Alamos, got me a jar full of weed
Mar any charlatan speaking regarding my team yo I won't let the market deplete
It's getting harder to breathe everytime that I reach for the stars I get cheated
But I keep a card up my sleeve rapping sharp as a cleaver my jargon is heated
It's the fraudulent heathen
Jumping off of the deep end
Taking it back to the start of the scene at a party with Eve in the Garden of Eden (Wow that shit's nuts!)
Deviant way of the murderous ilk (What you got in that brown bag?)
It's lunch, PB&J with some cookies and milk, this incompetent clown packs a punch
Prominent sound mastered now that's what's up
Wrap a dutch pass it around catch the buzz
Zoned out, I gets high, then I Crash, Bandicoot
I'm daft as 2 Joran van der Sloots in a panda suit
You can't compute how we stay rappin' to a sampled loop Slammin' shots of Brandy steady lampin' in a Phantom Coupe (OOH!)
Remember the name (Who?)
It's Lieutenant McClane, my legerdemain is deceptive and aimed to make everyone think I'm ahead of the game but
I feel like I'm losing my edge
Been eating hallucinogens, shroom stems
Diamonds in the sky with Lucy again
Bumpin' some powder
Uppers and downers I'm fuckin' with supplements under the counter
We come from a town where the sound of the sirens ring out about once every hour
And if you see the Palmer Squares spitting at the Jackson Redline
Then you need to call your parents come pick you up it's past your bed time
We let it all hang out, after midnight
You couldn't harm me in a fist fight with an army or a Swiss knife
Live for the moment sleep when you're dead man I cripple opponents
A feverish gent with evil intent, so focus
I'm Otis Driftwood
Roll a spliff, put in the air
The greenery got me feeling crooked in my lair
And I refuse to let you in, by all the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I swear, it's the Palmer Squares for the win
[Term]
Motherfuckers know what's up
P SQUARES!