Square One

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] Yo, fellas! (Yo, yo) Yo, when was the last time you heard like some real HOT shit? Know what I'm sayin'? Like a real HOT jam Know what I'm sayin'? (And the lyrics..) Yo, you don't hear that no more! You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas get a SP-1200, think they producer extraordinaires and all that You know what I'm sayin'? You know? Yo, but InI gotta take 'em back.. to Square One! [Verse 1: Grap Luva] Uh! I got some time to explain the true brain of a rhyme writer So take the stance of a gunfighter Others inject intellect or self respect Or simply kickin' words for a tight paycheck What they neglect is creative aspects and control The sounds and words originate up in the soul My thoughts cross wack MC's and wickedness They seem to go hand-in-hand in the mess That spawned the dawn of the fake MC It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see? Jah be's with me, so Ras G is no fool Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules I'm layin' all these real-ass facts upon the wax Mass communication minus fakin' the jax So relax, all the gods will make you crumble and fall Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One [Hook x4] "The InI's in the house" "You don't stop" "Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "You don't stop" Square One! [Verse 2: Ras G] I have to get what I want, 'cause now it's no time to front It's InI on the hunt just to smoke up the funk With no fear in this industry, we in here! So surprise! I appear, I play the back or the rear I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin And it's been a long time considerin' But no bitter man — African, Rastafarian, non-American Checkin' every man! (Man) In my zone because the I's all alone in this universe I've seen the worst, now I'm comin' in first A brother's thirst got him eager to merc In full effect 'cause I'm stayin' alert Bless the hurt at each and every concert Taught well to be the very next expert Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one Settin' it off from Square One [Hook x4] "The InI's in the house" "You don't stop" "Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "You don't stop" Square One! [Verse 3: Rob-O] In '95, 'nuff kids can catch the vapors Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper Still so, I maintains a fly flow But every time I plant a seed, they won't let it grow Guess it's the fact that I seen through your team of major fake outs Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paper chasin' Playin' yaself and sayin' Nathan's Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions Or big figures that has you shittin' on niggas? It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry, son Yeah, no doubt, you bugged out It's not as stable or firm as you thought In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished! Yo, Grap Luva! (Oh, no question) 'Cause this is how it should be done We takin' it back to Square One [Hook x4] "The InI's in the house" "You don't stop" "Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras" "You don't stop" Square One!