Cover art for Intro [Quadrilateral] by The Palmer Squares

Intro [Quadrilateral]

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Intro [Quadrilateral] Lyrics

(Intro)
Grimey Greg:
Hey, How ya'll doing it's Grimy Greg
I is your host for this evening
We about to get down with my homies
They is personal, people that I know
I known them since way back, his name was Term K
The other dude, his name was Acumental
They signed my yearbook!

Anyway, we finna get into this
The Palmer Squares, they gonna do some of that rappin'
They gon' do some of that slappin'
And ya'll are gonna do some of that toe tappin'
Know what I'm saying?
So put it together for the Palmer Squares!

(Hook)
[Acumental]
Four sides, four corners
Foresight, foreshadow
Forewarning
, forebode
I get, buck, four quarters, uh
Quadrilateral
Quadrilateral

Let's ride, four doors
Ford Taurus, all night
Sword fight, warlords
Court-side, fourth quarter, uh
Quadrilateral
Quadrilateral
(Verse 1)
[Acumental]
I embark upon the market, feelin larger than a Parthenon
A star spitting hard hitting jargon in parseltounge
Spar 'till my arms are numb
My army is the gnarliest, bar-none
Cathartic with the sharpie, you shark chum

[Terminal Knowledge]
Charred lungs, cigar puff ounces of purple grass
Drop the pomp and circumstance, and you're bound to squirt your pants
About to swerve and crash
Granting Terminal Knowledge, drop it like the gods hit planet earth with a comet

[Acumental]
Spit half a verse then I vomit, yo
Cover me

Hot as yo oven be
Not your folks' cup of tea
The flows' utterly, buttery
Come and see dog
You throw underhand, I'm in a whole other league

[Terminal Knowledge]
Quit the skulduggery, the crap and the malarkey
Getting old, wondering what happened to the party
Roll good blunts cause I get a lot of practice
Pull stunts, Term smack bitches on they asses
[Acumental]
Turn your fanny red
Murder rappers dead
Burn the calumet
Burp the alphabet
Sherpa jacket, fresh kicks with the khaki threads
Purple cali-bred piff and a pack of cigs

[Terminal Knowledge]
You bet I'm stacking chips
Just shooting the moon, a student of Doom
With that hole in the sock sole
They know that it isn't right
Stay colder than Mr. White
Snip digits, then let's go get a taco
Uh


(Hook)

It's Quadilateral

[Sample]
It's cold out here
What?
It's cold out here

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Release Date
October 1, 2013
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