Figa ov Speech pt. 2 (Square Biz)

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm hungry man, still hungry man Stik Figa, mayne! [Chorus] Square Biz, don't get bent out of shape At the round table, spare ribs on the plate Contribute to the meal or you don't get to complain Probably be the same way until I sit in my grave I said Square Biz, don't get bent out of shape At the round table, spare ribs on the plate Contribute to the meal or you don't get to complain Probably be the same way until I sit in my grave [Verse 1] I spit passionate bars, how I rap is bizarre Call it murder in the first but what happened is art You'd probably feel me more if you was trafficking hard Who need universal acclaim when I'm collapsing a star Birdman hand rubs, palms covered in lambs blood Topeka, Kansas, the type of nigga you can't trust Grown ass man, I probably should pull my pants up Won't get past the judge, I'm fitting that damn glove Oh, he a thug, told Harpo to beat Oprah Swallow pig feet then say I don't eat chocha I ain't even street but I know some heat holders That don't need paper planes to send you to meet Hova I am trying to Roc the Nation, drunk off of King Kobra Smoke Malik Yoba, that means that I'm still sober Quit the codeine, just bring me the peach soda Smart money's on me, I'm calling the green Yoda Mobbin' down Tenth Ave, ride for a brief distance Seen cheap weaves slipping and fiends with they teeth missing At night, might see little homies relief pitching I tell you about the central, you ain't even got to visit Cultured in the hood, ran with the blue bulls Ate Great Wall, a nigga got too full They was dipping menthols, Newports, and few Kools Learned pressure makes diamonds, I was raised on Jewell A misfit, skipped Christmas, still gifted A rugrat who's folks ain't visit Dr. Lipschitz Ain't got a lot of whippings, I was raised different But my cousins got hit with extension cords and switches Town made me indifferent and disillusioned Everybody ruined, complain or give a solution How can I have faith in your corrupted institution When they continue to treat us like we three-fifths human? With crippled hands, I scribble chants for fickle fans Visit distant lands for kids who ain't get the chance Just another nigga trying to wiggle at the jam And I did it for our spirit and put it in God's hands In advance, you all know what I'm capable of Mislabeled a punk 'cause your raps ain't creative enough Everybody so tough and animated, I shrug Let's put it all on the table, have to wait until I budge They sayin' "bruh, you as good as your last hit" In that same vein, a nigga just really got tapped in Not pantomiming a boxed to get trapped in The game fishy this rap shit is really catfish On a quest chasing love, the right choice Express black thought while cutting through white noise Can only speak for myself, I never liked my voice But I stand on my words and describe my poise [Chorus] Square Biz, don't get bent out of shape At the round table, spare ribs on the plate Contribute to the meal and you don't get to complain Probably be the same way until I sit in my grave I said, Square Biz, don't get bent out of shape At the round table, spare ribs on the plate Contribute to the meal or you don't get to complain Probably be the same way till flowers sit on my grave [Outro] Stik, S-T-I-K, F-I-G-A No C, one G You get me? Jewell Avenue, Central Park You know what I'm saying Miles Bonny