[Intro]
P-A-L-M-E-R Squares

[Verse 1: Term K]
Hear it bang from Chicago to Oslo
Face rearranged by Pablo Picasso
A doctor of gonzo
God's own prototype
Went from slob to apostle over night
I know I'm awful lethargic
Better off showing a dog a card trick regardless
I get into it like the pigeons do it
Listen stupid, to misconstrue it would be a big improvement
It's Term K in this bitch, you heard me?
I stay legit with visceral wordplay
Nerve pain in my wrist
Big wit with a bird brain
Gifted as a kid on their birthday
See more maniacs than Natalie Merchant
Foreplay scratching the surface
Lacking a purpose
Swagger is worthless
Sacrilegious
Spit raps to a rattling furnace
Rabbitless magic tricks
Philandering philanthropist with stammering lips
Yo, I catch wreck while you catching a grip
The best yet, you as wack as it gets
Scratching a disc with a crack and a hiss
I stack chips when I'm back in the mix
Who thought I was a pacifist?
Smack a bitch like a prodigy
Class dismissed and I'm out this, peace
[Chorus]
Crate digging from the crib to the grave, bitch
All these lames been kicking the same shit
Extra, extra, print for the papers
Coming home and I'm bringing the bacon
Crate digging from the crib to the grave, bitch
All these lames been kicking the same shit
Extra, extra, print for the papers
Coming home and I'm bringing the bacon

[Verse 2: Acumental]
Yo, it's the devious squad violating the rules
Crazy aloof
Known to spend days in the booth
But I'm beating the odds, already paid all my dues
Got the receipt in my pocket, yeah, I saved it as proof
Upon repeating my lines over extraneous loops
I get a Swedish massage from an Asian masseuse
Stay loose, keeping it hot, raising the roof
We be celebrating the music, inflate the balloons (Woo!)
Uh, weed in my lungs, Tanqueray in my juice (Yeah)
Taking a seat in the club to watch the ladies maneuver
But ooh, baby, you're cute (Ooh, damn girl)
And the way that you move
Just may, bring us together like April and June
I let my mind run away sometimes, too lazy to chase it
So you find me getting baked in the basement
Yeah, blaze it up
Y'all cantankerous fakers can't hang with us (Nah)
As you can see, my rap game deluxe (Oh)
Cats label us dangerous rightfully so
Fuck around and catch a knife in the throat
I'm the bone collector
A known offender with my own agenda
Contend to step up every day and yet I won't surrender
[Chorus]
Crate digging from the crib to the grave, bitch
All these lames been kicking the same shit
Extra, extra, print for the papers
Coming home and I'm bringing the bacon

[Verse 3: Term K]
I'm faded, I'm lifted and blazing the piff and the grape swish
Gettin' lazy as shit
Finna make me a living (Right)
Get the cake, get the spinach (Uh)
Steak dinners, lick the plate then I'm finished

[Verse 4: Acumental]
Oh, you can find me in the dojo daily
Loco, crazy, broke, no HD
But that's just the way the photo frames me
A stone-cold flake 'til we both roll mainstream

[Verse 5: Term K]
And I ain't gon' water it down
For all of you clowns clawin' your crown
I put my paw to the ground and produce a track
Cut loose and snap
Yo, the engineer wasn't used to that
[Verse 6: Acumental]
Big shouts to Kaliq Woods jamming at Jackson (Uh)
Shouts to the Weed Wolf tagging the Ave's up
Magical raps, no rabbits in hats
Perform radical acts and vanish on some abra-cadabra

[Chorus]
Crate digging from the crib to the grave, bitch
All these lames been kicking the same shit
Extra, extra, print for the papers
Coming home and I'm bringing the bacon (Yo)
Crate digging from the crib to the grave, bitch (Woo!)
All these lames been kicking the same shit
Extra, extra, print for the papers
Coming home and I'm bringing the bacon

[Outro]
You think The Palmer Squares have a shot at becoming huge, or what?
No, I don't even know who The Palmer Squares are