[{"id":2519686,"name":"The Square (Triple R)","trackName":"The Square (Triple R)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal (Explicit)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nPlus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nAnyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nThat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nAnd blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! What do we have here?\n[00:09.08] Caught up in the center\n[00:10.95] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:11.34] The Square, every corner locked down\n[00:13.09] Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n[00:19.74] Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n[00:23.01] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[00:25.39] (We equal emcce squared)\n[00:25.95] Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n[00:27.82] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:28.32] Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n[00:30.44] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:30.88] Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n[00:32.94] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:33.39] Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n[00:35.94] Testin we, gets grooved in three\n[00:38.74] As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n[00:41.09] Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n[00:43.69] We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n[00:46.05] Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n[00:48.54] Writin my journal, my first mission\n[00:50.71] Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n[00:53.43] Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n[00:55.56] I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n[00:57.85] The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n[01:00.45] While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n[01:03.40] Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n[01:05.97] Plus the walls or closin in on ya\n[01:08.30] Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n[01:10.99] I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n[01:13.46] Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n[01:15.98] Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n[01:18.17] Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n[01:20.62] Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n[01:23.32] Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n[01:25.57] Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n[01:28.26] Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n[01:30.54] Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n[01:33.06] Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n[01:35.51] Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n[01:38.06] My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n[01:40.58] But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n[01:43.36] We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n[01:45.35] Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n[01:47.93] Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n[01:50.44] Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n[01:52.90] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[02:05.68] Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n[02:08.14] Anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n[02:10.99] That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n[02:13.33] I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n[02:15.98] And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n[02:18.21] I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n[02:20.56] So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n[02:23.05] Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n[02:25.56] Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n[02:28.02] On microphones wit hyper tones\n[02:30.35] That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n[02:32.93] See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n[02:35.52] In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n[02:38.04] I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n[02:40.71] Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n[02:43.00] Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n[02:45.61] Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n[02:48.02] What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  Plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  Anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"},{"id":2519687,"name":"The Square (Triple R)","trackName":"The Square (Triple R)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nPlus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nAnyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nThat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nAnd blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! What do we have here?\n[00:09.08] Caught up in the center\n[00:10.95] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:11.34] The Square, every corner locked down\n[00:13.09] Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n[00:19.74] Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n[00:23.01] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[00:25.39] (We equal emcce squared)\n[00:25.95] Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n[00:27.82] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:28.32] Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n[00:30.44] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:30.88] Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n[00:32.94] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:33.39] Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n[00:35.94] Testin we, gets grooved in three\n[00:38.74] As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n[00:41.09] Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n[00:43.69] We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n[00:46.05] Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n[00:48.54] Writin my journal, my first mission\n[00:50.71] Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n[00:53.43] Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n[00:55.56] I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n[00:57.85] The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n[01:00.45] While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n[01:03.40] Time to battle, escape? How? 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For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  Plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  Anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  And blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"},{"id":32033103,"name":"The Square (Triple R) (Explicit)","trackName":"The Square (Triple R) (Explicit)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! What do we have here?\n[00:09.08] Caught up in the center\n[00:10.95] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:11.34] The Square, every corner locked down\n[00:13.09] Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n[00:19.74] Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n[00:23.01] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[00:25.39] (We equal emcce squared)\n[00:25.95] Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n[00:27.82] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:28.32] Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n[00:30.44] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:30.88] Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n[00:32.94] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:33.39] Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n[00:35.94] Testin we, gets grooved in three\n[00:38.74] As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n[00:41.09] Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n[00:43.69] We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n[00:46.05] Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n[00:48.54] Writin my journal, my first mission\n[00:50.71] Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n[00:53.43] Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n[00:55.56] I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n[00:57.85] The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n[01:00.45] While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n[01:03.40] Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n[01:05.97] plus the walls or closin in on ya\n[01:08.30] Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n[01:10.99] I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n[01:13.46] Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n[01:15.98] Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n[01:18.17] Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n[01:20.62] Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n[01:23.32] Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n[01:25.57] Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n[01:28.26] Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n[01:30.54] Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n[01:33.06] Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n[01:35.51] Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n[01:38.06] My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n[01:40.58] But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n[01:43.36] We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n[01:45.35] Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n[01:47.93] Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n[01:50.44] Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n[01:52.90] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[02:05.68] Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n[02:08.14] anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n[02:10.99] that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n[02:13.33] I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n[02:15.98] and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n[02:18.21] I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n[02:20.56] So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n[02:23.05] Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n[02:25.56] Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n[02:28.02] On microphones wit hyper tones\n[02:30.35] That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n[02:32.93] See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n[02:35.52] In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n[02:38.04] I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n[02:40.71] Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n[02:43.00] Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n[02:45.61] Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n[02:48.02] What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R) (Explicit)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"},{"id":12476875,"name":"The Square (Triple R)","trackName":"The Square (Triple R)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah, Representativz","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! 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How? Trapped in four corners\n[01:05.97] plus the walls or closin in on ya\n[01:08.30] Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n[01:10.99] I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n[01:13.46] Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n[01:15.98] Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n[01:18.17] Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n[01:20.62] Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n[01:23.32] Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n[01:25.57] Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n[01:28.26] Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n[01:30.54] Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n[01:33.06] Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n[01:35.51] Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n[01:38.06] My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n[01:40.58] But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n[01:43.36] We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n[01:45.35] Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n[01:47.93] Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n[01:50.44] Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n[01:52.90] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[02:05.68] Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n[02:08.14] anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n[02:10.99] that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n[02:13.33] I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n[02:15.98] and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n[02:18.21] I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n[02:20.56] So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n[02:23.05] Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n[02:25.56] Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n[02:28.02] On microphones wit hyper tones\n[02:30.35] That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n[02:32.93] See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n[02:35.52] In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n[02:38.04] I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n[02:40.71] Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n[02:43.00] Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n[02:45.61] Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n[02:48.02] What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah, Representativz\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"},{"id":39948120,"name":"The Square (Triple R) feat. Representativz","trackName":"The Square (Triple R) feat. Representativz","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! 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How? 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For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R) feat. 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? 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How? 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What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! 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How? Trapped in four corners\n[01:05.97] plus the walls or closin in on ya\n[01:08.30] Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n[01:10.99] I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n[01:13.46] Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n[01:15.98] Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n[01:18.17] Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n[01:20.62] Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n[01:23.32] Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n[01:25.57] Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n[01:28.26] Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n[01:30.54] Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n[01:33.06] Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n[01:35.51] Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n[01:38.06] My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n[01:40.58] But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n[01:43.36] We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n[01:45.35] Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n[01:47.93] Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n[01:50.44] Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n[01:52.90] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[02:05.68] Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n[02:08.14] anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n[02:10.99] that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n[02:13.33] I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n[02:15.98] and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n[02:18.21] I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n[02:20.56] So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n[02:23.05] Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n[02:25.56] Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n[02:28.02] On microphones wit hyper tones\n[02:30.35] That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n[02:32.93] See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n[02:35.52] In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n[02:38.04] I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n[02:40.71] Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n[02:43.00] Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n[02:45.61] Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n[02:48.02] What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R) Ft. 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"},{"id":10300599,"name":"The Square (Triple R)","trackName":"The Square (Triple R)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah featuring Representativz","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oooh... astonishing!\n\nUh-ha! What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! 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How? 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For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah featuring Representativz\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? 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What do we have here?\nCaught up in the center\n(We equal emcee squared)\nThe Square, every corner locked down\nFour corners, take position, four soldiers\nEvery where ya turn there's one, boy\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n(We equal emcce squared)\nRuck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n(We equal emcee squared)\nYo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n(We equal emcee squared)\nSlugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n(We equal emcee squared)\n\nCheck it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\nTestin we, gets grooved in three\nAs in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\nSupreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\nWe formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\nBurn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\nWritin my journal, my first mission\nShittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\nYo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\nI beat blood out of ya number one contender\nThe Representativz are, sent to ya drama\nWhile I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\nTime to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\nplus the walls or closin in on ya\nLike that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\nI hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\nNiggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\nLidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\nDisplay mine, on point, God, The Square keep\nLabel me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\nUndercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\nGreat ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\nOff out on the range, beware of my terrain\nFour levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\nMan the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\nRock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\nMy mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\nBut the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\nWe Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\nSparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\nWho give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\nLike dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\nWe be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\nTranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\nanyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\nthat sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\nI bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\nand blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\nI'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\nSo if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\nAiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\nEmpty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\nOn microphones wit hyper tones\nThat's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\nSee, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\nIn ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\nI laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\nNiggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\nMake way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\nYa think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\nWhat? For motha fucks up in ya visual\nDeliver blows to foes in my peripheral\nMy ill subliminal attack pety individuals\nTired of cliches, these days who come original?\nLike criminals, and you get bust and such\nTest my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\nYo, we blew through the door, I said it before\nYou asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\nWe two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\nLeave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\nWhen will you pirahnas learn?\nBitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\nHere in The Square, where you runnin, G?\nYou rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\nMake way...","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.10] Oooh... astonishing!\n[00:07.48] Uh-ha! What do we have here?\n[00:09.08] Caught up in the center\n[00:10.95] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:11.34] The Square, every corner locked down\n[00:13.09] Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n[00:19.74] Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n[00:23.01] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[00:25.39] (We equal emcce squared)\n[00:25.95] Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n[00:27.82] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:28.32] Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n[00:30.44] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:30.88] Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n[00:32.94] (We equal emcee squared)\n[00:33.39] Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n[00:35.94] Testin we, gets grooved in three\n[00:38.74] As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n[00:41.09] Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n[00:43.69] We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n[00:46.05] Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n[00:48.54] Writin my journal, my first mission\n[00:50.71] Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n[00:53.43] Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n[00:55.56] I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n[00:57.85] The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n[01:00.45] While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n[01:03.40] Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n[01:05.97] plus the walls or closin in on ya\n[01:08.30] Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n[01:10.99] I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n[01:13.46] Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n[01:15.98] Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n[01:18.17] Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n[01:20.62] Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n[01:23.32] Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n[01:25.57] Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n[01:28.26] Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n[01:30.54] Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n[01:33.06] Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n[01:35.51] Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n[01:38.06] My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n[01:40.58] But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n[01:43.36] We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n[01:45.35] Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n[01:47.93] Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n[01:50.44] Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n[01:52.90] We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n[02:05.68] Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n[02:08.14] anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n[02:10.99] that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n[02:13.33] I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n[02:15.98] and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n[02:18.21] I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n[02:20.56] So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n[02:23.05] Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n[02:25.56] Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n[02:28.02] On microphones wit hyper tones\n[02:30.35] That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n[02:32.93] See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n[02:35.52] In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n[02:38.04] I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n[02:40.71] Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n[02:43.00] Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n[02:45.61] Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n[02:48.02] What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n[02:50.43] Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n[02:53.19] My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n[02:55.18] Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n[02:57.87] Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n[03:00.15] Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n[03:02.40] Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n[03:05.03] You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n[03:07.94] We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n[03:11.56] Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n[03:13.39] When will you pirahnas learn?\n[03:15.28] Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n[03:17.30] Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n[03:20.09] You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n[03:22.26] Make way...\n[03:44.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Square (Triple R)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah featuring The Representativz\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oooh... astonishing!\n  start_ms: 7100\n  end_ms: 7480\n- text: Uh-ha! 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What do we have here?\n  Caught up in the center\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  The Square, every corner locked down\n  Four corners, take position, four soldiers\n  Every where ya turn there's one, boy\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  (We equal emcce squared)\n  Ruck and Rock, Representativz, ya worst nightmare\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n  Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love\n  (We equal emcee squared)\n\n  Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's\n  Testin we, gets grooved in three\n  As in the Triple R, my troups get biz by far\n  Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars\n  We formed The Square, now there's nowhere to turn to\n  Burn through crews wit troups that's Nocturnal\n  Writin my journal, my first mission\n  Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission\n\n  Yo, who's The Square there squared wit the back bender?\n  I beat blood out of ya number one contender\n  The Representativz are, sent to ya drama\n  While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma\n  Time to battle, escape? How? Trapped in four corners\n  plus the walls or closin in on ya\n  Like that karate instructor in that Bart Simpson commercial\n  I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, God's universal\n\n  Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me\n  Lidu Rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy\n  Display mine, on point, God, The Square keep\n  Label me as the nigga that smoked the Grym Reaper\n  Undercover like a Campian wearin sneakers\n  Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya\n  Off out on the range, beware of my terrain\n  Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame?\n\n  Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation\n  Rock, Lidu Rock and Supreme, the team you be facin\n  My mind's place in, between a Rock and a hard place\n  But the God's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay\n  We Triple R, cripple y'all, get ya crutches\n  Sparsky and Dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus\n  Who give a fuck if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed\n  Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash\n\n  We be Triple R rated, but we form a Square\n  Tranform like Decept's into a cubic shape and dare\n  anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish\n  that sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless\n  I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity\n  and blast motha fuckas who approach me like the enemy\n  I'm simply holdin my angle down, Jack\n  So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack\n\n  Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me\n  Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be\n  On microphones wit hyper tones\n  That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes\n  See, I'm R rated, pa' hated when I made it\n  In ya rap game, cuz ya plane's been invaded\n  I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes\n  Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet\n\n  Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched\n  Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough\n  What? For motha fucks up in ya visual\n  Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral\n  My ill subliminal attack pety individuals\n  Tired of cliches, these days who come original?\n  Like criminals, and you get bust and such\n  Test my Triple R rated and get crushed to dust\n\n  Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before\n  You asked for it, who want beef? While here's war!\n  We two emcee's squared, equal four rated Triple R\n  Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars\n  When will you pirahnas learn?\n  Bitin my shit, Larry, you fish burn\n  Here in The Square, where you runnin, G?\n  You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me\n\n  Make way...\n"}]