Yo I'm tha anti-circle

On tha mad train like a rain

Thats verbal I storm

Never comin twice in one form

Tha black'll act a fool and I'm gone

Crumbs bust it pass tha popcorn

As I kick flava behavior your absctract I get recognition

But I represent no religon or sect

So I'm no preacher but I reach your soul

Cause I'm stronger than younger

Son of Casandra like ganga I grow

From tha root like water I flow

Could sport ebrotha low or tha nappy afro

I still a have tha pick cause I choose to evict

Derelicts on tha tip tryin to diss tha mad skit busta skit

How many licks to it take to make a fake

Realize that he can't shake bake or penetrate

This style I demonstrate on a regular

Basis in face that he aint no competitor

I said it a second ago yo I'm tha anti-circle with tha mad style

Crushin any mental that be fragile

You don't wanna see me get like agile

Rippin up tha scene screamin like I was a bad child

Black Thought so hip that I'm square

Tha rhythm that you hear is from tha kids right over there

Tha rubberband in question just one step away

Yesterday was a day away attention you should pay today

To tha Roots stickin boot kickin with flippa

I lift tha party up and y'all get down like a zipper

Tha mista hippa flippa kid tha one who thinks tha music can be hurtin a

Rhythm when I get anti-circular



Chorus:



Square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha square y'all

From tha square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha square

From tha square to tha circle to tha squ