So You Think You Can Rap - The Palmer Squares

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Uploaded by on Oct 2, 2011

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WE LOST (fart noise)

The Palmer Squares comin live and direct in high definition

mad love to Greg & Seth of Odd Machine for all of their hard work.
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LYRICS:

Term:

knowledge over swag
droppin balderdash until my pockets full of cash
ashes to ashes
theres a couple things we have to establish
gettin down to brass tacks 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
im dirty with the diatribe
rap stars sample beats
i read the scandal sheets
got body parts in glass jars on the mantle piece
they listen now and they'll quote me a moment later
opie taylor blowin vapor into open air
herb grower
turn a zone to paper
turn your home into a smoking crater
church goer knows me as the holy savior
no debate im being slept on
so wake the fuck up
stay headstrong
i hate because there aint enough love
allow me to propose a toast
photo flower
our thing til its overexposed
call it cosa nostra
im an alergy
i'll plug ya nose and close ya throat up
smokin a stoge singing aint that a hole in the boat
i'll meet you on the frontier
couldnt beat me by a cunt hair
prince made smart cool
term keeps "dumb" square
pump air through my lungs
and what i spit out is dragons breath
damage the establishment
panthers in a rabbits den
maggots on a patch of flesh
yall in deep trouble
speech bubbles from beneath the rubble
make your knees buckle
seriously guys
stop frontin
words to put tears in your eyes
spittin chopped onions
ladies chase me like i chase the paper
benny hill
stops runnin
shot gunnin til his face look like emmit till
so pen your will
cause I kill shit
the villainous type
yall mistook a militant mind for brilliance

Acumental:

We're so dope it's wack
Oxymoronical
Laugh when it's not even comical
My squad is phenomenal
We hoppin out of a chopper while shoutin 'Geronimo!'
Got me a bottle of Alamos
Got me a jar full of weed
Mar any charlatan speaking regarding my team
Yo I wont let the market deplete
Though it's getting harder to breath
Everytime that I reach for the stars I get cheated
But I keep a card up my sleeve
Rappin 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 shits 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 whats up
Wrap a Dutch
Pass it around
Catch the buzzzz
Zoned out
I get high then I Crash Bandacoot
Daft as 2 Joran Van der Sloot's in a panda suit
You can't compute how we stay rappin to a sampled loop
Slamming 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 eatin hallucinogens
Shroom stems
Diamonds in the sky with Lucy again
Bumpin some powder
Uppers and downers
Im fuckin with supplements under the counter
We come from a town where the sound of the sirens ring out
About once every hour
If you see the Palmer Squares spittin at the Jackson Red Line
Then you need to call your parents to pick you up; it's past your bedtime
We let it all hang out after midnight
You couldn't harm me in a fistfight
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 it 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

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  • @gravelgravel2 your comment has left me feeling annoyed and offended

  • Knowledge over swag. PERFECT way to start a verse.

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  • they are always high and good as shit

  • @slumpdeem how come no one ever pays me in gum..

  • sounds like earl sweatshirt

  • yo kiddies where can i grip this instrumental? i'll pay you in gum

  • "now i can either dive inside

    and surf the rising tide

    or i can part the waters underneath divided skies"

    some godly lyrics, dayuum..

  • P Squares what the fuck is up!!!!??

  • muh fucka knows whats up,

    ugh

  • aw shit thousandth comment post this shit on your facebook page

  • These beat is cool. You goofy ass kids killed it.

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