Come to the Square
So ya’ll want me to come to the square
(Come on down, come on down)
Ya’ll want me to come to the square
So ya’ll can call me a square
Cuz I use real rap
To uncover whats under my cap
Pidoodoo pap pap pom pop pam pense
And some of ya’ll still think I make no damn sense
For all of those that want me to dumb it down
Ya’ll need to get with the james and grab you a rum and brown
Ya’ll square mafuckas but I’m comin now
I left Howard, No longer giving the runaround
Because I’m not the first bard
Check the yard
Keith, Donald and Roberta Flack
Were proud before proud
Was the new black
But lemme get off the rack
Stop flowin from the teet
Because ya’ll want me to come the square
So I can talk about me
So Hear I, Hear I come to the square
(Come on down, come on down)
Come to the square
To tell ya’ll how my flair
Only ends up in an awkward inner glare
Or how I’m not that rare
When I cut down the outer layers
About how my life’s unfair but unfeared
But I’m still worried about affiars in Zaire
And all in perfect timing
I’m still worried about my hair and what I hear
Or how weird it is
That the thing I steer
Can get ladies to stare
Even if its only for a pair
So she can show off her Nair
Once I get under skin and give her the wood like Blair
Forget your Posse,
Lets Set it Off and fuck like two hares
Run around bare in the woods with only few cares
And we can wake up the next day with the roar of a bear
Realizing despite all our fears
We just came to the square
(But that’s what they want us to do, huh?)
They want me to come to the square
(Come on down, come on down)
They want me to come to the square
I say don’t go there
Because when poppa sees the proof
The truths too much to bare
A teacher turned reacher
For things I didn’t share or
When the cycle started
Those pedals I didn’t care for
Wanna see whats in my jock
Why I connected with Pac
Although I’m from the burbs
Where we learn to hold cock
While its wrapped in sock
And where I was exposed to rock
Which led me to the blues
Had jazz in my hues
But hip hops were the reason for my funky brews
So that leads them to square two
Forget being on one
Cuz they don’t control my view
Or even my selection
I’m too wrapped up in this love/hate journey
They call perfection



