The Roots - The Anti-Circle lyrics

Yo, I'm the Anti-Circle!
On the mad train like a Rain that's Purple
I storm never comin' twice in one form
The Black'll act a fool and I'm gone
Crumbs, bust it, pass the popcorn (yeah)
As I kick flavor, behavior abstract
I get recog-nition
But, I represent no religion or sect
So I'm no preacher
But I reach your soul 'cause I'm stronger
The younger son of Cassandra
Like ganja I grow from the root
Like water I flow
Could sport either the low or the nappy Afro
I still will have the pick
'cause I choose to evict
Derelicts on the tip, tryin' to
Diss the mad skit, busta shit
How many licks do it take to make a fake
Realize that he can't shake
Bake or penetrate
This style I demonstrate on a regular
Basis and face that he ain't no competitor?
I said it a second ago, yo
I'm the Anti-Circle with the mad style
Crushin' any mental that be fragile
You don't wanna see me get like agile
Rippin' up the scene
Screamin' like I was a bad child
Black Thought, so hip that I'm square
The rhythm that you hear is from
The kids right over there
The Rubber Band and?uestion just
One step away yesterday was a day away
Attention you should pay today
To The Roots, stickin'
Boot kickin' with flippa
I lift the party up and y'all
Get down like a zipper
The mista hippa flippa kid
The one who digs the music and be hurtin' a
Rhythm when I get Anti-Circular

Square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
Y'all
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square

What you spot up with ya
Beepers is the creeper
Stompin' on the ground
Smokin' a quarter pound reefer
Mr five Finger lead singer, noise maker
Number one, run, umm, rush
Now you must hush!
I crush trail mix with the sandal
Five Fingers keep a candlestick
Lit when I vandalize
Can't see what I is or will be
Only what I was 'cause I crush an MC
(Like Rakim, G)
I'm dandy, happy-go-lucky, don't touch me
Don't play me
'Cause, I'm not the right one, baby, yeah!
Crazy off-key, never talk softly
Blacker than a bean
Still I never sweat coffee
The fourth be followin' the third, word
Second after first
Yo, never rehearse a verse
That I'm freestylin'
'Cause my verse is diverse
I'm Mr versatilin'
Things are easier with oooh
Child and ya smilin'
Because you dig the way that I deliver
And give a style, flowin' like
I was the Nile River, you shiver
'Cause, I'm cooler than the
Coolest, act a fool, it's like a habit
So yo, this trick is for the rabbit
I grab it and snatch it
Inspect it like Gadget
I works the magic, the mic, I must have it
How many kids does the pin on the vibe Tribe
Members do decide to stand around
At the sit down?
(Get down) Ain't ya know I'm quick
To rip a kid down?
Aim to put wack rappers in
Containers with the lid down so I seal it
Can you feel it? Many contacts is caught
On a mad train, the Black Thought

Square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
Y'all
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square

Square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
Y'all
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square
From the square to the circle to the square