Figa ov Speech pt. 2 (Square Biz)

[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